She laughs and shakes her head. "As fun as that sounds," she tells him, "it's pretty late to go out wandering around, looking for a place to go. And..."

Leaning in, she nudges her forehead against his. "I think I want to be selfish and keep you all to myself for the rest of the night."

Three weeks. Three weeks! How infatuated does she have to be when three weeks felt like a damn year?

She's still smiling, but her voice is soft. "I missed you."