He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Fine,” he pouts. “But I know what I want, Mads. And I’m not good at waiting. Any idea how long it’ll be until I get my prize?” “I’ve never been anyone’s prize before.” There go those butterflies again. “I keep telling you, Maddie. You’re my everything.” When he kisses me, I think I finally believe him.
