“Since I saw you last year, about to fall on your ass off that chair, you have gone first, given your smiles, your kindness, your home, your friendship . . . your heart.” One hand leaves my face, drifts down over my shoulder, before it settles on my chest. “So I want to be the one who goes first now, who tells you what I’ve been so terrified to believe, let alone say, but it’s no less true.” She swallows thickly, blinking away tears. “I love you, Viggo. And I know I’m no love expert, not the way you are, but I know my heart, and this is true: I love you. “I could have danced around that word
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