“Why are you so freaking romantic?” “Because I have you.” I twist to face him, palm cradling his scruffy cheek. “You and that thoughtful, panty-melting mouth.” “What a fan-fucking-tastic combo.” Mason lifts my chin with a bent knuckle, claiming a kiss to stoke the internal flames. “It’s landed me in a very sweet spot with you.” “Since the beginning.” My breath mingles with his between the narrow sliver separating us. “November eighteenth in seventh grade.”
