“Brooklyn …” I took a deep breath as I scanned her eyes, back and forth. “I love you.” I gently kissed her. “I fucking love you so much.” “You do?” She wasn’t testing me; she wasn’t questioning me. It was as though she knew the answer and was confirming the statement out loud. I still said, “Yes, I do.” “Macon …” Instead of only holding my face, she buried her fingers in my beard. She then placed her thumbs at the edge of my mouth and set her nose on mine, breathing in my air. “I love you too.”
