In the Cards(100)

I smile and prop myself up to kiss him.

“ ‘Have faith in love.’ ” He toys with my necklace. “Does that mean you love me?”

I bury my hands in his hair, kiss his neck, and whisper into his ear, “Yes, I believe I do.”

His eyes glow in response. “That’s good.” He kisses me with possessive need. “Then we’re both all in.”

All in. His fingertips trace along my jaw, down my neck, and over my breast. “You were opposed to staying here last night. Are you still boycotting my bedroom, or can we move this reunion     upstairs later?”

Embarrassed by the memory of my silly declaration, I blush. “The boycott’s over.”