I want you to kiss me again. I want to never eat a peanut butter sandwich again. I want—” Knox silenced me with his lips, banding one strong arm around my shoulders while the other lifted Drake’s car seat from my hand. His tongue dragged across my lower lip as his soft mouth pressed into mine. Before I was ready for it to end, he pulled his lips from mine, but his arm stayed tight, pulling me to his chest. “There’s one want granted. What else do you want?” I leaned into him and told him the terrifying truth. “You.”
