“I loved you,” he declares, the intensity in his eyes enough to knock the breath out of me. When he reaches me, he thrusts his hands into my hair. Cupping the back of my head, he lingers, his lips a breath away. “I loved you so much. I was crazy fucking in love with you—” he strokes my face with gentle thumbs “—and I don’t think I ever fell out.” A soft sob escapes me as he brushes the running tears from my cheeks. “I loved you too . . . but you know that,” I sniff. “I did, Bee . . . I knew. I’m so sorry I made it so hard.” I grip his wrists as he tenderly strokes my face. “Please, Whitney,
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