I steadied Shea. He tucked my sweaty strands behind my ear. “So, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” The memory was sharp, but sweet. I’d known Shea was a hero from that day, that moment. My heart was already lost. “Don’t make me smile,” I said, ruining it by smiling at him. “Ah, but you have a good one.” He leaned in, kissed my cheek. “I love you.”
