I flipped open the book and spotted a title on the first page—it was that trending one, “To Love You Is to Love My Life.” Pretty dramatic name.
Lifting my gaze, I looked at Ella.
She blinked at me with those light brown eyes, a bit dazed, almost ridiculously cute.
“Um,” she hesitated. “Oliver, you… don’t like it?”
She reached out, trying to take the book back. I caught her fingers, gently tugging them back toward me.
Looking straight into her eyes, I said softly, “No, I do. I love it. And I love you.”
“Oliver…” Her fingers wrapped around mine tighter, the warmth of her touch giving away everything she felt.
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, deeply and hungrily, stealing her breath, tasting her sweetness.
Ella clung onto my shoulders and straddled my lap wi
