A tense scene was playing. The murderer was stalking his prey and I had my face pressed against Brody, watching the movie with one eye. My hand was fisted in the blanket, and adrenaline was building in my blood stream as I waited for the inevitable moment when the psycho killer jumped out of the shadows. A bolt of lightning arced across the sky outside followed by a loud boom of thunder. I jumped and screamed. Brody laughed.

“That wasn’t funny.” I pushed his arm.

“Yes, it was.” He laughed harder.

I pursed my lips to keep from grinning and flopped backward on the mattress, trying to get my heart to stop racing.

“Aw, come on, you know you love me,” Brody said, rolling to the side so he was leaning over me.

My grin disappeared and a shiver ran up my spine. Brody looked down at me, his expression serious, a look of vulnerability and questioning in his eyes.

My hands gripped his arms, squeezing them in a silent answer. My gaze never left his. I wanted him to kiss me, ached for him to. He was so close. His eyes darkened. I could see the striations of blue in his eyes, feel the heat from his skin singeing mine, and feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, its rhythm keeping time my own.

Dipping his head forward, he slid his lips across mine. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. I raised one hand to rest on his shoulder, the fingers of my other skimming over his bottom lip. His tongue darted out, touching their tips. I pulled in a sharp breath and moved my hand to cup his face.

“Brody.” It was barely a whisper, but it was all the answer he needed.

He lowered himself to me. Leaning on his forearms, he cradled my head in his hands. He kissed me like no one had before. There was so much tenderness, yearning, and emotion held in his kiss. I’d never felt so complete, so at peace, as I did in his arms.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” he murmured against my lips. “You taste so good.”

I made a sound deep in my throat, something between a moan and a sigh, and arched toward him, urging him to take our kiss deeper. I was mesmerized by him, his touch, his smell, and now his taste. My body craved them all and soaked up as much as it could hold, and still it wanted more.

His tongue dipped into my mouth, sliding against my own. Exploring, teasing, tasting. It was heady and blissful. Fingers of desire spread through me, warming parts of my body that had never felt a lover’s touch. And I realized it was because I was never touched by a lover. A guy, yes. A lover, no. Brody’s touch conjured up emotions I didn’t realize I possessed. I liked him. I lusted after him. And I knew with certainty, I loved him. And my body knew it and reacted to it.

I slipped my hands under his T-shirt, sliding them across the muscular planes of his back, running my fingernails over his skin. He broke our kiss long enough to reach behind his neck and pull off his shirt in that sexy way only guys can do. My hands roamed freely over his skin, his chest, back, arms, pulling a groan from deep inside him.

Then his hands were on me. He rolled us over so I was straddling him and slid his hands under my sweater, skimming my bare belly. My body sizzled with longing. He pulled sensations from me I’d never felt, never knew existed. I heard noises, muffled moans and whimpers, and realized they were from me. I had the fleeting thought I should be embarrassed by my complete lack of control, but when it came to Brody, there was no such thing as control.

His hands moved higher, skimming up my sides, across my chest, between my breasts. I sighed his name and he slipped my sweater above my head, tossing it on the floor next to his. He rolled and was above me again, kissing every part of me, and I returned them. Our hands roamed everywhere our mouths touched. I let my hand skim down his rippled stomach to the button of his low-slung jeans. I pushed the button through its hole and his hand covered mine.

“No,” he said, his breath coming in gasps. “Pants stay on.” I looked at him through the haze of desire. “I won’t be able to stop.” He shook his head. “I didn’t bring you out here to—”

My mouth covered his. My tongue slipped between his lips. I pulled back just enough to suck his bottom lip into my mouth, nipping at it. He took the kiss deeper; it was as if he were consuming me.

And I wanted him to.

We’d kept our make-out session going for almost an hour before Brody cursed and rolled away from me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, confused and worried I’d done something wrong.

“I have to stop now, Willow. If I don’t, I won’t.”

“Oh.” At first, disappointment filled me, and then an air of satisfaction. I’d done that to him. I’d driven him to the brink. That knowledge was almost as delicious as his kisses. Almost.

I lay on my back in just my bra and jeans, looking at the lights twinkling above us. Brody was shirtless on his side next to me, drawing slow circles on my skin.

“Brody, why did it take you so long to kiss me?”

“Because I knew once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop, and I didn’t want our first kiss somewhere meaningless, like in the school parking lot. I wanted it to be something special. And building up to, forcing myself to wait, made it more awesome than I thought it’d be.”

I smiled. “Yeah, it was freakin’ awesome.”

Brody chuckled, leaned his head forward, and kissed my belly.

“What are you doing after graduation?” I asked.

“College.”

“Where?”

Brody’s hand stilled. He flattened it, splaying his fingers over my belly. “University of Michigan.”

It felt like someone sat on my chest. It was hard to breathe, and I could barely get my next words out. “It’s a long way from California.”

His hand started moving again. “I know,” he murmured.

Tears formed in my eyes and dripped from their corners into my hair spread around my head. I didn’t move to wipe them away. I didn’t want to draw attention to them, hoping they’d stop before Brody saw. I swallowed back the cries my body fought to release, trying to hold still so my shoulders didn’t shake and give me away.

It had been an amazing night. And although no one was perfect, Brody was damn near. We were perfect together, but I was scared. Scared about what would happen to us when I left for UCLA and he stayed behind in Michigan. For the first time, I found myself not wishing for graduation. Until that point, it couldn’t come fast enough. But realizing I’d be leaving Brody—and I had to leave Michigan—it seemed like the worst day imaginable.

Brody reached up and caught a tear on his fingertip before kissing my eyes, then my mouth. His kiss, so gentle, always gentle, made me cry harder.

“What will happen to us after graduation?” I asked, my voice trembling. My bottom lip started to quiver, and I bit down on it.

“We’ll be fine.” He placed open-mouthed kisses on my stomach and worked his way up to the space in front of my ear. “I need to tell you something, but I don’t want to freak you out,” he murmured.

“What?” I held my breath. I had a strange feeling I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say, and I wanted to tell him to stop. To not tell me, that I didn’t want to hear. But I kept silent.

He pulled back and gazed in to my eyes. “I know we’ve only been dating for a day,” he said with a small laugh. “But we’ve known each other longer. We’ve spent time together talking and learning things about each other.”

“Yes,” I said slowly.

He kissed me, his tongue dipping into my mouth. When he lifted his head, his gaze found mine. “I’m in love with you, Willow. I know it seems crazy and it’s probably way too fast but—”

“I love you, too, Ace.”

Brody let out a breath and grinned at me before leaning in for another kiss.