“You aren’t going to protest?” he asked in surprise.
“Is it going to do any good? Or are we just going to get into an argument that I’m going to lose in the end anyway? If that’s the case, I don’t want to fight, baby.”
“You love it, don’t you?” A smile of triumph grew on his face.
“I do,” I admitted in defeat, looking up at him sheepishly.
He groaned, pulling me to him, whispering in my ear. “I really wish I could remember you saying those words to me.”
His lips traced kisses down my neck.
“I do . . . too.” My eyes began to flutter at his touch, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
“But it’s a bit blurry. Maybe after you graduate we can have a redo with our friends and family,” he said, pulling away to meet my eyes.
“I’d like that.” I reached up to cup his face.
Scott came back w
