“Can you blame a girl for wanting to hear all about how much you miss her?”
“Depends on if she admits to missing me too.”
I circle my arms around the back of his neck and tug him closer. “I missed you as soon as I got here.”
“You never said anything.”
“And risk you thinking I was too clingy?”
“There’s no such thing.”
I roll my eyes. “Sure.”
He tucks his hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. “I like knowing you’re obsessed with me.”
I shove his shoulder with a laugh. “I’m not obsessed.”
“That’s not how I interpreted it.”
“It’s not my fault you lack the ability to analyze context clues.”
“Except all my clues lead to one theory.”
“What?”
“That you’re falling in love with me.”
My cheeks flame. “Shut up.”
“It’s okay if you are. It’ll be our little secret.”
“That’s great, but I’m not.”
His smile stretches further. “Then why is your face turning red?”
“Because you’re embarrassing me!”
“What’s to be embarrassed about? I’m an extremely lovable person.”
“Keep talking and I’ll question if that’s the case.”
He rolls us over so I’m straddled on top of him. “For the record, I think it’s cute when you get all shy.”
“While we’re taking notes, I’ll have you know that I hated every second of this conversation.”
“Should we table it for a later time?”
“Yes,” I say with a hiss.
He nods. “Fine. I’ll be crossing offdramatic love confessionfrom the dream board.”
I lean forward until our faces are only a few inches apart. “Luke?”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking and kiss me already before I change my mind about moving back.”
His mischievous smile makes my stomach dip. “Your wish is my command.”