“We’re gonna be fine,” he whispers in such a soothing tone that makes me want to believe him. I press my forehead against his, inhaling and exhaling deeply, trying to get in as much of him as I can. “How?” “Because we’re us,” he replies, tipping my chin up with his forefinger so our eyes meet. “Because I love you, Blaine Yates. I ain’t plannin’ on only being your first love. I’m plannin’ on being your last one too.”
