So when he rolls towards me and kisses my lips, a million mixed up signals course through my neurons. I’m dizzy. Breathless. Speechless. Ice-cold. On fire. I don’t let him stop. I reach for his face, pull him over onto me.

Jamie.” This time he says it at a whisper. “I’m ready. Are you?

I don’t know what he’s talking about until his hands close around my ears, his thumbs pressed to my cheekbones, and the tips of his fingers wrap around the hot back of my neck. Then I get it. Oh my God, my scrambled brain thinks, he wants to kiss me! And suddenly I can’t wait any longer.“Hell, yeah.

I close the gap in an instant and press my lips into his. Too hard at first, but I figure it out. I kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and vaguely sweet.

But somehow, he’s perfect. My every daydream come true.

Mason looks me in the eye. “I’ll be okay, Jamie, as long as I have you.