“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. It doesn’t feel like a declaration this time, but rather, a desperate attempt to get me to say it back. Because that’s what you do when someone says they love you. You say it back. But I can’t. I can’t, and I think he and I both realize it in horror at the same time, because something in his face changes. There’s something brutally betrayed in the unique icy blue of his eyes.
