Jeb smiles—a genuine Jebediah Holt grin, complete with dimples. Such a beautiful distraction. “I love you, skater girl.” The nickname winds through me, comforting and sweet. I smooth my palm across his shoulder. “Say it again.”“I love you.”“No . . . the other part,” I plead.He pulls my body to his, so our mouths come together in a warm, soft kiss. “Skater girl,” he whispers against me, brushing hair from my face.