Tessa reached out and took him gently by the wrists. “Well, I am good with words,” she said. “So let me ask you, then.” He drew his hands from his pockets and let her wrap her fingers around his wrists. They stood, Jem looking at her from under his dark hair—it had blown across his face in the wind off the river. There was still a single streak of silver in it, startling against the black. “You asked me if I have loved anyone but Will,” she said. “And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.” She heard his sharp intake of breath. There was a pulse pounding in his
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