“You’re right. It’ll be—” His head snaps up. “No, but you-you said … you said—” “I love you, too, Garrett.” His eyes come alive, brilliant and electric. “You do? Really?” “I do, really.” His grin is detonating, laugh eager as he crushes me to him, falling to his back, dragging me on top. “Thank fuck. I mean, obviously. Who can resist all this? About time you admitted it.” “Garrett?” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” “Yes, ma’am.”
