A hiccuped sob burst from my mouth, and he gave me a gentle smile, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on my cheek. "Blake," he whispered, "you're the love of my fucking life." Tears were streaming down my face, my heart beating erratically as his words flowed through me…and remade me. “You love me?” I whispered. Because I’d heard those words before from a man, but somehow they’d never felt like this. They’d never felt real.
