“You’re worth waiting for,” he says softly, like he knows what I’m thinking, and I thought I’d fallen for Grady Rock before, first in high school, then when he brought me ice cream, again when he figured out my secret and saved all our asses at Duh-Nuts, but I was wrong. I hadn’t fallen. Not like this. “I love you so much,” I choke out, and it’s hard, but so very, very worth it.
