“I call her angel because she is one,” Max says, and I have to roll my eyes.

“You know he stole my sister,” Matthew says to Caroline, and everyone just groans.

“I did,” Max says. “Tossed her over my shoulder.” He smiles and looks at Allison, who looks at him, pretending to be annoyed, but leans forward and kisses him. “Made her mine.”

“That,” Caroline says. “That is what you do.” She points at me. “You get all annoying and then kiss me, and it’s like a soft spot.” I lean into her now, and her breath hitches.

“Your parents are watching,” she whispers. “The whole table is looking.”

“I don’t care,” I say, and kiss her once and then twice, and on the second one, she cups my cheek with her hand. “Still don’t care.”

“See,” Karrie says. “It’s the Stone charm or curse. You used to make fun of us all the time. Fake barfing in the corner. Now look at you, all smitten.”

Everyone at the table laughs, and by the time everyone leaves, it’s way past ten o’clock.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Matthew says, looking at me.

“Yeah, like handcuff her to a bed.” Max follows suit, and I push them out of the door with both of them laughing, and Dylan is dragging himself.

“Do I have to take a shower tonight?” he moans, and I nod at him while Caroline loads the dishwasher.

“You were in the pool,” I say. “Just go and rinse yourself off real fast, and then you can get into bed.” He moans and turns around, walking to the bathroom.

“So …” I put my hands on the counter on each side of her, and I move her hair to the side, exposing her neck for me to kiss. “That wasn’t too bad.” I spread kisses along her neck, softly moving all the way up to her ear.

“It was,” she starts then turns her face to the side, and my lips kiss hers. “It was a lot.”

“They can be a bit much.” I give her more kisses.

“That is an understatement.”

Dylan yells from his bedroom, “I’m going to bed!”

“Let’s go to bed,” I say, and she shakes her head.

“I’m going to load the dishwasher, then go shower,” she says, and I kiss her neck one more time and go take a shower. I wait for her in bed, but my eyes give up. When my phone alarm goes off the next morning at four, I turn it off and turn to cuddle her in my arms until her alarm goes off.

“One more day,” I say, and she looks at me with one eye open. “Our date. One more day.”