"Bad weird?" I ask, and now it's my turn to be embarrassed. He's still on top of me and I move my hand away from his ass to rest it on his side instead, biting my lip nervously.

The feeling dissipates once he kisses me, and I wrap my arms more tightly around him when I feel him shiver. I don't know if it's because he's cold, or because of something else. My eyes are closed when he speaks, and they flutter open as I smile widely and touch his cheek. Our foreheads are pressed together and there's this warmth in my chest, growing and growing until I feel like I might actually burst. He loves me. Sometimes I don't really understand how or why, but he loves me. "Don't be scared. I love you too, Bitty."