“Can’t make out in front of your mom,” he explained. “Oops. I kinda f**ked up your lipstick. More than last time even. Sorry.”

“It was worth it.”

“Was it?” he asked, heat and affection and a hundred other things shining in his beautiful green eyes.

“Oh, yeah. You’re the best.” I grinned back at him.

“Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!”