She laid her head against his chest and squeezed so hard that he could barely breathe. “I love you, Max. And yes. Yes, I want to live here with you.”
Hell, he didn’t need air. He had Chloe Turner. In that moment, Max was certain that normal, average girls were completely overrated. Chloe was just screwed up enough to love him, and he could live with that kind of craziness. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Eyeing the ten-foot drop to the backyard, Max edged her another inch away from the old railing. Once she was safe, he kissed her until he forgot all his worries. Every single one.