Tess leaned forward, kissing me ever so sweetly. “I love you, Quincy.” My back tensed. Normally, I hated my full name. It was my father’s. A name I wanted to forget forever, but in that moment, I loved it. I loved that Tess loved me. I loved that Tess accepted me. I loved her with everything I was. “Je t'aime,” I whispered, kissing her back.
