Jeremiah sits up with me until we're facing each other. "What's wrong?" he asks.
I shrug and say, "Nothing," before deciding to be brave. "I just feel like you haven't really wanted to do other stuff. Not like you did before."
Jeremiah appears perplexed before his brows crease slightly. "I'm trying not to screw this up, Megan." He draws me in closer and closer until I'm sitting on his lap. Those green eyes, bright and intense, stare up at me. "I didn't want you to think I'd changed my mind just to do'stuff.”
I kiss him again as relief washes over me. This appears to be all the encouragement he requires, as his arms wrap around me, holding me tight as his hands grip my hair. When he breaks our kiss for a second, I groan, and he returns his mouth to mine.
He slips one hand from my head
