I couldn’t keep the words in one second longer. “I’m in love with you, Wyatt,” I blurted out. He went still, so still I thought I’d made a severe mistake. I fucked up. He was going to let me down at the end of the week— The smile on his face. The look in his eyes. “That was my wish. Noël, that’s been my wish every time—” I kissed him.
