“I love you.” Her breath hitches. I’ve never said those words before. But I mean them with every fiber of my being. She’s the one. She’s the only one. “Say it again.” “I love you, Gigi.” A brilliant smile fills her face. “I love you too, Luke.” That does something to me. The name I’ve loathed for so long, the name I’ve recoiled from, leaving her lips. Hearing it now, coming from that sweet voice and gorgeous face, accompanied by those three words, well, I guess I don’t mind being Luke. I’ll be whoever she wants me to be.
