He buckles me into the passenger seat of his car, leaning in to kiss me tenderly once more, his green eyes alive and sparkling. Jake can’t seem to stop kissing me, and I have no complaints; after a year of being crazy for him, I don’t want him to stop. I’ve not seen him this happy and carefree for a long time, not since the first time he kissed me.  

Had I really been torturing him all that time?  

My heart lurches at the thought as he closes my door and comes around to ...