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He takes one step towards me as my chest expands with emotion.

“The only thing that’s going to take me away from you is you telling me you’re done. I’ll respect that, but no one, ex or not, is getting any of my heart.” One more step. “You hold my entire heart Samantha Davies and I’m completely in love with you. If you’re okay with it, I’m not going anywhere, not without you at my side.”

“Truth or truth?” I ask, leaving a little space between us even though my body is screaming to close it.

Tommy looks a little confused. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me ‘truth or dare?’”

“Not this time.”

“Okay, truth.”

I take a breath to steel my nerves and ask what I need to know. “How much did I mess up?”

He opens his mouth and closes it. “How much did you mess up?”

I nod. “Yes, how much did I mess up?”

“You—” He lets out a sharp breath and starts again, putting his hands on my shoulders and sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t think I was going to feel his touch again, other than a pity hug during the official break up. Tears threaten to spill out again. “You did nothing wrong, Sam. Nothing.”

“I made you worry.”

“I made you think I was capable of leaving you.” Okay, he does have a point, there.

“Can I kiss you now?” Tommy’s eyes search my entire face as I nod because at this moment, nothing else matters. “Thank fucking God.”

We both close the remaining space between us as we collide. My hands find purchase on the back of his neck while his kiss is almost burning with its intensity. Fisting my hair to keep me in place, his tongue dives into my mouth. The way he plunges in again and again has me wanting to have him inside of me. I’m craving that connection right now and I can feel that he’s interested, too.

When his hand scoops my butt, my legs clamp around his waist like a vise and I’m so grateful I picked the outfit with pants so I didn’t rip my skirt trying to do this. My back is pressed against either a wall or a door. I’m not even sure and right now, I don’t care. I’m just soaking in every touch from a man I’m in love with who I thought…God, I’m not even going to let that cross my mind again tonight. I’m sure I’ll replay the horror I felt later, but not now that he’s here, and he’s choosing me.

And Maisy Jones won’t take another moment from us.

He even said that he’s staying with me until I ask him to leave. Was that just about tonight and us not being apart, or was it about something more permanent? A new tingle runs down my spine from both the thought of Tommy wanting to stay with me for a while and those three words coming from his lips.

Those very lips that I pull back from for a moment, cradling his face in my hands.

“What? Is something wrong?” His voice is a little breathless.

Placing one soft kiss on his lips I take a second to soothe the worry that I can see building in his eyes. Then I speak the words I’ve wanted to say.

“I love you, too.”

He groans and kisses me with renewed enthusiasm, peppering my neck with kisses while repeating that he loves me.

“Please don’t have sex on my couch,” Courtney calls from the top of the stairs, effectively cooling us down.

We hear a muffled “ouch” and then, “What? It’s still new.”

Tommy gives me a wicked smile and calls back, “Don’t worry, we’re against the bathroom door.”

“But we’re not doing anything!” I add, mortified at the thought of having sex in my friend’s basement. “You should come down, actually.”

“We’re counting to ten to give you time to put your clothes back on. One,” Courtney begins.

“Oh my God, I can’t take you anywhere.” I can almost hear Avery’s eyes roll as she says that. “We’re coming down the stairs. If you’re naked this fast, then that’s on you two.”

“Psht, you and Jax should talk.”

“Jackson and I are not in your basement when our clothes are shed, we’re in our own house.”