We're on the porch.

Masie's still with Mom and Dad.

Our date is over.

And it was fucking awesome.

As I open my mouth, Bella presses her fingers to my lips. "Let me go first," she says, releasing a shaky breath. "Tonight was fun. I was nervous, but now I'm sure I did the right thing by saying yes. That doesn't mean we go in and go at it." Her cheeks burn. "But it does mean I want more time alone with you."

I'm jittery.

High.

Exhilarated.

My hand shakes as I cup her cheek. "All my time is yours."