Page 4 of Come to Me
"Never," he scoffs. "I could never get bored with you."
"You love your job."
"Yes." He leans in close. "But I love you more."
I feel my cheeks flush.
I know it must be true--we've been together for a year.
A year ago, I dumped Ryan's sorry ass to be with Luke. We've been through a lot together. But it's been fucking amazing.
I was never a romantic person. I'm still not, not really. But, being with him... I finally get it. I understand pop songs, greeting cards, proposals written in the sky.
He's so damn sweet. He's smarter than anyone I know, driven, funny. So sexy I sometimes can't stand it.
He's also an insufferable tease and there are moments in the middle of an argument where I want to just scream.
I wouldn't change him for anything.
He's perfect.
"What are you thinking, Ally?" He searches my face.
I shake my head. "It's nothing."
He tilts his head, giving me a look.
"It looked like something."
"Just that I love you," I say. "That's all."
His face lights up with a smile.
God, that was it. The first time I saw his face light up like that, I was hooked.
"Go on."
I laugh, rolling my eyes.
"In your dreams. Your head is already too big."
He shakes said head, a wicked glint in his eye. "No. My dreams of you are never that tame."
My temperature goes up a couple of degrees.
"Mr. Lawrence," I whisper, making a show of looking around. "This is a family restaurant."
"So it is."
"But... I wouldn't necessarily ask you to stop."
His eyes darken.
I feel my heartbeat quicken.
I know that look.
"Would you ever ask me to stop?"
