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."
