Was he asking me to confirm I was his girlfriend or was he asking me to be his girlfriend? Or was he asking me if I thought I was? Oh god, I didn’t know and my mind was reeling, my heart too cautious to make the assumption for fear I was reading this whole thing wrong. “I don’t know,” I finally replied, heart racing wildly. “Am I?” Johnny touched my cheek, his knuckles grazing over my skin with a featherlight touch. “I really fucking hope so.” “Yeah?” A deep sense of relief washed through me and I whispered, “Me too.” “And I’m yours.”
