I shake my head slowly, sure I’ve heard Shane wrong. “What?”

“Tell me this weekend wasn’t the best sex of

your life.” He takes a step toward me. “Tell me that you didn’t enjoy every single second you spent with me.” Another step. “Tell me you were lying when you said you loved me.”

“Please don’t ruin this,” I whisper. “We still have one day left.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” He catches my elbows. “What if we had more than one day?” Shane slowly tows me closer until I’m pressed against his chest. “Stay. Give us a shot.”

“I’ve been single for six days.”

“So?” He skates his hand up...