Gage carries me across the hall to the back of the house the following evening for our first date.
Ahh, my first date.
Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps.
He'd been firing questions at me, learning my life history and when I'd questioned about all the rapid fire interrogation, he'd rumbled "I want to know everything there is to know about you."
The effect of his statement had been instantaneous. My heart had become mushy, my brain- giddy, and I'd happily given forth any information he'd wanted.
"Who was your first boyfriend?" Gage's harsh growl contradicts the tender gestures of his hand as he runs a comb through my hair, carefully avoiding the mild bump in the back of my head.
"I don't remember." No way am I going to tell him that I've never had a boyfriend.
He makes a t
