" I really love you.” He kisses me once, closed mouth, and then again.
I close my eyes and whisper, “I think…”
Another kiss, and one more, this one a little longer with parted lips. “Yeah?”
I feel him smile against my mouth.
“I love you, too.”
He’s on me again, this time without a gentle prelude, his tongue dips between my lips, his hand between my legs. “You’re not going to regret letting me love you. "

― J.B. Salsbury , On the Sideline (BSU Football, #3)