He was happy to comply with her request, leaning down for one more soft kiss - though a slightly more publicly-acceptable one, just a chaste pressing of lips - before he murmured, "I love you, Summer Roberts. I love you very much." And he hoped to tell her that more than once again before the night was over.

Of course, what he really liked was the way her fingers slid over his jacket, the way she was still smiling up at him, even if they'd both mentally resolved to be good, as it were. "We make each other strong, then," he decided. "That's why people need other people. It's hard to do anything alone."