“Holden,” I tried again but he was on a roll, and the desperate longing in his face broke over my heart in a wave of emotion. “—but I’m also not going to pretend that I don’t feel what I do—head-rushing, parachute-gone, ground-coming-up-fast-with-no-safety-net in love with you. It kind of hit me like a truck watching you put that bastard in his place this afternoon. You’re it for me, Gil. Story done.
