“You don’t have to be with me because you feel sorry for me. I didn’t even mean to tell you that. I just got caught up in the moment.” I gaze down at her, astounded. “I’m with you because I want to be with you.” She swallows hard. “Even after what I told you?” I brush my finger along her cheekbone. “Callie, I feel the exact same way about you now as I did an hour ago. Nothing’s different.”
