“I told you because you deserve to know,” I quietly replied, letting him see everything that was in my heart. “And I also didn’t want you to think I was choosing them over you.” When his jaw dropped, I continued, ready to lay it all on the table for my former Deathball rival. “You need to understand, if I was forced to choose, I would choose you, Zion. Every fucking time.” “Jesus, Baltasar,” he huffed, his breath tickling my lips as he dropped his forehead against mine. “Just when I think I can’t fall in love with you more, you pull some smooth shit like this. Damn.”
