I groan. “This is going to be a disaster.”
“Maybe.” He brushes his lips against mine. “But I love you, too, sunshine. I really,reallylove you. And even if it’s too fast, even if it’s a mess, even if it’s crazy… it’ll beourmess.Ourcrazy. And that’s really all I need.”
“Well, then...” My eyes are watering, which kind of takes the heat out of my argument. “I’ll have you know, I’ve got conditions.”
“Conditions?”
“If I’m going to move in.” I stare into his eyes, deadly serious. “For starters, I’m going to need a waffle maker. I don’t care if you don’t like them — a girl needs a waffle maker, Chase. It’s a rule.”
His lips twitch. “I think we can manage that.”
“And!” I point a finger at him, in case he thought he was getting off easy. “How do you feel about chocolate cupcakes?”
“They’re pretty good.” He shrugs. “Especially from that placeCrumbleon Beacon Street.”
My eyes fill with tears again, and this time they spill over.
Chase looks at me like I’m crazy. “Sunshine, if you don’t like the cupcakes there, we can go somewhere else. I don’t thinkMaria’smakes cupcakes, but we both agree, their cannoli are top notch—”
“I love you, you big idiot.” I cut him off, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s wet from my tears. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
He does.
THE END