"I like you, Scout. I really like you." He laces his fingers through mine. "I don't know what that means, but I feel like I can't leave in the morning without saying it. And I don't want to fall asleep alone. Stay with me?" His voice, everything about his voice, finds its way inside me and once inside, it smolders. "There's no place I'd rather be than here with you tonight." I mean it. God, do I mean it. "Thank you."
