“Do you actually love me?” “I knew your ass was going to pester me about this.” “It’s just a question.” He closes his eyes in response to my curiosity. I know I might be bugging him, but I need reassurance. “Yes, Alina. I love you. Always have, always will.” He looks at me with a half-lidded gaze, then adds, “Now, can I please go back to sleep so I can love you in my dreams, too?”
