Page 4 of Come to Me

"Never," he scoffs. "I could never get bored with you."

"You love your job."

"Yes." He leans in close. "But I love you more."

I feel my cheeks flush.

I know it must be true--we've been together for a year.

A year ago, I dumped Ryan's sorry ass to be with Luke. We've been through a lot together. But it's been fucking amazing.

I was never a romantic person. I'm still not, not really. But, being with him... I finally get it. I understand pop songs, greeting cards, proposals written in the sky.

He's so damn sweet. He's smarter than anyone I know, driven, funny. So sexy I sometimes can't stand it.

He's also an insufferable tease and there are moments in the middle of an argument where I want to just scream.

I wouldn't change him for anything.

He's perfect.

"What are you thinking, Ally?" He searches my face.

I shake my head. "It's nothing."

He tilts his head, giving me a look.

"It looked like something."

"Just that I love you," I say. "That's all."

His face lights up with a smile.

God, that was it. The first time I saw his face light up like that, I was hooked.

"Go on."

I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"In your dreams. Your head is already too big."

He shakes said head, a wicked glint in his eye. "No. My dreams of you are never that tame."

My temperature goes up a couple of degrees.

"Mr. Lawrence," I whisper, making a show of looking around. "This is a family restaurant."

"So it is."

"But... I wouldn't necessarily ask you to stop."

His eyes darken.

I feel my heartbeat quicken.

I know that look.

"Would you ever ask me to stop?"