His lips find mine before I can finish. The heated trails of tears on my cheeks only grow in abundance. He lifts me up and puts me on the rail of the deck as he slides between my legs. "I'm not," he murmurs against my lips. "I mean it, Scarlet. I'm in love with you." My head spins like I'm on some ride where gravity is manipulated and toyed with. My stomach is in my head, and my heart is in my toes right now. I'm a disarrayed arrangement of complicated emotions to go along with all the rest of the crazy. My brain, heart and mouth don't converse before impulsively releasing, "I love you, too." That's all it takes for his soft kiss to become devouring, desperate, and completely overpowering. His hands slip to my hair to pull me in harder, and I taste blood when the bruising kiss becom
