Risky (Adventures in Love)

“I love you too.” He presses his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes. “You and Sam, I love both of you so fucking much.” Oh God, I’m going to cry. I latch onto him with both hands.

“We love you, too,” I say, whispering the truth as I look into his beautiful eyes;

“I should have fucking pretended to get lost coming back from Mav’s cabin,” Blake whispers under his breath as he shifts on his chair.

“Too late,” I whisper back, resting my hand on his thigh while watching Sandy, his grandma, and Lance, her boyfriend, who are seated across the table from us

“What part of you did she threaten to cut off if that didn’t happen?” I ask, and he grimaces. “If it makes you feel any better”—I pat
his thigh—“she hates blood and would probably throw up and pass out before causing any real harm.”