“I like you, Evie,” I straighten her shirt and drop a single, chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. My heart begins a gallop in my chest. “I like you a lot.” Her smile lights up every damn corner of this room. The shadowed parts of me, too, and all the pieces I keep to myself. “I like you, too,” she tells me. She kicks me lightly and chews on her bottom lip. “Now put your shirt on or we’ll have sex on this table.”
