I pluck at the front of his shirt, keeping my gaze focused on my busy fingers. “Maybe.”
He cups my chin, tilting my face up so I have to look at him. “Nothing is going to change how I feel about you, Jo Jo. I know you still have one year left after I graduate, but I’ll be waiting for you to join me on this wild ride called life when you’re ready.”
Tears spring to my eyes at his softly spoken words and the look on his face. He’s so serious, so sweet, so gone over me. I can see it. Feel it.
And I feel the same way.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
He smiles, gently wiping the falling tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “I love you too. Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head, kissing the tip of his thumb when he drags it across my lips. “I think I’m overwhelmed by you sometimes.”
His brows draw together in concern. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, my face in his when I murmur, “It’s the very best thing.”
Right before I kiss him.
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