“As sexy as that is—”
“And you’re hot as fuck.”
He chuckles before nibbling on my neck.
“It’s everything about you, Eli. You’re amazing. Protective. Fun. Mature. Hot. Everything I could ever want. And I want to be here with you.”
“Forever.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Mmm. Yes. That sounds good.”
“It sounds perfect.”
And that’s when the tears do come. His thumbs swipe away at the moisture.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“It’s too good to be true, Eli.” Resting my forehead on his chest, I let his hands brush my hair and rub circles on my back.
“Some good things are just the right amount of good.”
“But you’re perfect. Something’s bound to happen.”
“It already has.”
“What?” I demand with a slight pout.
“I’m terrible at getting my picture taken. And you’re a photographer, for Pete’s sake.”
That makes me chuckle. “Okay. Fine. That’s true. I guess you’re not perfect.”
“See? That makes us perfect for each other.”
His arms around me feel too good, too comforting, too strong, too right.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Eli. I can’t believe you exist.”
“We were made for each other, Summer. There’s no doubt in my mind. I just had to convince you.”
“Well, you did.”
“What do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
“Or the couch?”
“Whichever is closer.” He scoops me up and hauls me away.
Eli. The hottest man I’ve ever met. But more than that, he’s my best friend. And that will never change.
