“Astrid…” he trails off as if he can’t find the words. “I love you. I’m fucking crazy about you, Princess.” Tears surge into my eyes, but I push them back. Be strong. You have to be strong. “And I love you, Levi,” I murmur the words as if I’m afraid of them. I’m afraid that now that they’re out there, I’ve doomed myself to a harder fall. He smiles as his lips capture mine. It’s impossible to resist him. I can’t. I’m crashing and burning, but I still enjoy every hit. Every lash. Every spark.
