“I got ahead of myself with crossing the first one off,” he murmurs. “Haven’t done it quite yet.” I can’t breathe as he cups my cheek, running a thumb over my lower lip. “I love you, Summer. For so many reasons. For who you are. For your goodness and sweetness and smiles. For your optimism. But also for your bad days, and your insecurities, and when you lost your temper at that delivery guy one time.”
