“I love you so fucking much, Hayes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It felt too selfish to say it and leave. But, I do. I love you.” His emerald eyes dark and pleading as they stare straight into my soul, his words barely more than a whisper. “And if I’m certain of anything, it’s that I’m a better person for having been loved by you.” In all my life, I’ve never needed to hear those words from another human. But now that I know how they sound falling off his lips, there’s no way I can go another day without hearing it.
