“The words you said to me in that letter. I want to hear them aloud.” “Which ones?” he asks as he leans down to kiss my neck, but he knows very well which ones I mean. “The only ones that matter,” I answer. He raises his head to look me in the eye once more. “I love you. I fought loving you, but it was as inevitable as the sun rising every day. For you are my equal in nearly every way and my superior in all the rest.”
