His lips twitch a little. “It’s not what you say, but it’s you who makes me happy.” He runs the back of his hand over my cheek. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d have a life like I’ve had with you over these past weeks. If I could, I’d get shot over and over again to spend more time with you.”

“Lukas.” My pulse beats a thousand times faster as he stares at me with so much…longing. “You don’t have to get shot…to be with me.” My words tremble at a possibility that I’ve never considered but doesn’t seem so foreign, as if my brain has pondered on it…a lot. “We can—”

“Shh.” With the speed of a panther or Superman, his hands are on my face and he’s much closer. He rests his forehead over mine and whispers, “I’m so happy today.”

“Really? But…”

His fingers skim over my cheeks. He cocks his head toward the manila file Mom gave me, peeking out of my handbag. “You deserve all the success in the world. I’m very proud of how you handled everything today.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I whisper with my pulse beating triple time.

“It’s all you.” He gives me no chance to tell him it’s not true, and his lips are on mine.

Lukas’ kiss is demanding, filled with passion and love. I melt in his hands as his tongue moves into my mouth. Tonight, his touch is unyielding, and I know I’ll never forget this moment. It’s a Valentine’s Day kiss that’ll haunt me all my life. As if that’s exactly what he wants, Lukas tangles his tongue with mine, branding my body and soul.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he whispers after pulling away an inch.

I feel his hot breath on my face, making me shiver.

“You don’t know how much I want things to be different,” he says before his lips are back on me with a much bigger force.

He gives me no chance to ask anything and pulls me into a world of his creation, where no one exists but us. I’m racing him to reach there because that’s the only place I know I’ll feel complete. His tight grip, the urgency in his kiss, tells me he feels the same, as if he’ll fall and get lost if he doesn’t hold me.

I hop over the center console, and Lukas pushes the driver’s seat all the way back, making space for me in his lap. But that’s not where I want to be tonight.

I break the kiss and try to slide down in front of his seat when he grabs my arms.

“What are you doing?” His eyes are wide, forehead puckered.