QUOTE : I like you.”<br /><br />“I like you, too.”<br /><br />“I’ve liked you since the morning you ran into me.”<br /><br />I giggle and try to shove him away, but he uses the motion to pull us closer. “You have not,” I say.<br /><br />“I have,” he whispers, and now his lips brush against my cheek. “I remember thinking, ‘Nice job, dickhead. Add another girl to the list of people who hate you.’”<br /><br />“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.”<br /><br />“Now, that’s reassuring,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice. He inhales along my cheekbone, and sparks flare through my abdomen. “You should write for Hallmark.”<br /><br />“All my future love letters will start with ‘To whom it may concern.’”<br /><br />“Are you going to send me future love letters?”<br /><br />I flush, and I’m sure he can see it. Feel it.