“My place? You movin’ in?” “No.” She laughs. “That would be crazy. Right?” “So crazy,” I agree. “We’ve only been officially dating for, like, four weeks.” “I’ve loved you a lot longer than four weeks, though, sunshine.” Her beam is bright and warm, just like her nickname. “You have? Me too.” Linking my fingers through hers, I tug her into me, and we start swaying to the music still drifting quietly through the speaker. My lips touch her shoulder, trailing the slope of her neck, pausing at her ear. “Can I tell you something?” “Of course.” “I like crazy.”
