“I’m scared of how real it already is,” I replied quietly. “But if this doesn’t work—” “It has to,” I murmured. “I can’t go back to what we had before, Leo. Not after kissing you and touching you and sleeping next to you, your warm, strong body covering me like a blanket.” I leaned in close, our foreheads touching as I spoke. “I don’t care what your family thinks, or what my friends say. I need this. I need you.”
