I lean up on my elbow. “What does that mean?”

“It means where you go, I go, and I hope you feel the same way. I meant it when I said I’d quit motocross for you. If you’re missing something in your life, let’s go find it.”

“No…” I smile because even though my heart aches, I just love him so much. “I don’t want anything else. I just want you, and your motocross life and my job and my family. I’m just always afraid that I’m not bringing anything worthwhile to the table. I’m just…a loser.”

“Don’t feel that way, baby. You’re an amazing person. You help the Track stay in business, which is a good thing because that place will belong to us someday.” Jett grins. “You’re the hottest girl a guy could ask for, and yeah, that’s sexist or whatever, but trust me, it’s a good thing. You keep me motivated and encouraged to work hard. You’re always there when I need you, and you’re the only person in the world I can spend all day with and still not want to leave.”

“Go on,” I say with a playful smirk. He laughs.

And then he’s on top of me, his body balanced just above mine, his hands on either side of my head. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you more,” I say back.

He kisses my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “Impossible.”