“You make me smile even when the whole world seems dark,” I tell him. “You protect those you care about with a fierceness I admire. You’re brave and clever, and every time you laugh I do too, and I want—I want you, Day.” “Careful, Blossom,” he whispers, and there’s a warmth on his face that could light up an entire room. “If you keep talking like that, I might just fall in love with you.” That would be convenient because I’m pretty sure I’ve already leapt off the edge for him.
