“Don’t hug me like it’s goodbye,” he whispered, hardly a space between us. “It’s going to work, and then we’ll walk right back up to our home and lay in our bed, holding each other until the sun rises.” “I love you,” I said, moving to kiss his lips. “More today than yesterday, and even more tomorrow.” He shook his head, giving me a warning. “Don’t do that.” “I’m not.”
