Later that night, as Kennedy sat on Kyle’s porch swing, staring at the sunset, she felt sad. The weekend was coming to an end, and everything in her world had changed.

Pulling out her phone, she took a picture of the sunset, then turned the camera and took a selfie of herself sitting on the porch swing.

Just then, Kyle came out of the sliding doors. “Hey, I want in on the selfies. I told you that.” He set down two glasses of lemonade and moved behind her, putting his head to hers.

She laughed and took a picture, sticking her tongue out. He did a silly face as she took another picture. She giggled. He kissed her, and she took a picture of that too.

He put her glass on a table right next to her and then sat by her feet, taking her legs and putting them across his lap, scooting toward her.

Kennedy snapped a close-up of Kyle. Man, that jawline got to her every time. His green eyes popped in the picture against his bleach-blond hair. He was seriously gorgeous; he could easily be on a magazine cover.

Kyle scrunched up his face for a few silly pictures, then dug into his pocket for his phone. “Fair is fair, princess.” He started snapping pictures of her while she made silly faces, and he laughed. “Come to me. I want you in some selfies too.”

She scooted over to him, and they put their heads together. Truthfully, a small part of her thought they were a cute couple. She smooshed her cheek against his, loving the feel of his stubble.

Before long, all the picture-taking turned into kissing.

Kyle laughed and cupped her face with his hand. His other hand was in her hair. He kissed her down her jawline. “I keep telling myself to take it slow with you, surf girl, but I don’t want to take it slow.” He deepened the kiss, and she felt herself feeling like she always felt when he kissed her, like she was flying over the waves on the ocean.

Pulling back, she kept her hand on his face, loving the way his hair pricked her hand when she rubbed it. “Slow is how you’re going to have to take it, Bones.”

He hesitated, taking her hand and pressing his forehead to hers. “What if I’m tired of taking things slow? I’ve paid dues my whole life. What if I’m ready for the fast-track plan?”

Adrenaline shot through her. What was he saying? She gestured to the sunset, trying to be casual. “The sun is setting, and the ball will be over soon. I’ll be turning into a pumpkin on the plane ride home without you.”

“Oh, no. This is not the end. No pumpkins.” He paused, then reached out and twirled a strand of her hair. “What if I don’t think I’m falling for you? What if I fell for you clear back on that beach, the first day I saw that determination on your face?”

She hummed in contentment. “Kyle …”

“What if we got married?” he blurted out.

That was it. Everything she’d been thinking all day, if she were truthful. How it would feel to be with him all the time? To live in this house? To not be in her own set of rooms, but to be in his rooms, wrapped in his arms? “What? Kyle—”

“I love you.” His voice broke, and raked a hand through his hair. “Don’t give me some line about this being fake, because that’s what Disney Prince Charmings would do.”

Kennedy’s heart was so full that she could barely breathe. “I think I love you too,” she admitted, and felt tears in her eyes.

Kyle laughed and gently caressed her face. “Who knew, surf girl?”

Every part of her was freaking out, but at the same time, she felt so sure about this. She laughed. “I can’t believe it.”

He wagged his finger at her. “Believe it. This is not some fairy tale.”

They laughed again, and he pulled her into another kiss. She was lost with this man, in complete love.

He pulled back. “It’s not over at midnight. I’ll be back to Florida in a month. Then things will really go fast.”

Kennedy ruefully gestured to her ankle. “Hey, I guess you did deliver on the whole sweeping me off my feet thing.”

“Not what I had been planning, but I guess I did.” He leaned in and kissed her once more. “Before I really propose, there will be lots more of the sweeping off of feet and less of the pain.”

She grinned. “You promise?”

Taking her into his arms, he held her tighter. “I promise forever with you, Cassidy. Forever.”

And just like that, the moment shattered.

Jolting, she pulled back from him. “Did you just call me Cassidy?”