“What can I do?” Justin whispered. He brushed the hair away from my cheeks and looked at me with so much tenderness my heart ached. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” I took a shuddering breath and tried to settle down. “Tell me,” he said. I pulled in another deep, steadying inhale. “Justin, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone. And it scares me.” His eyes roamed my face. “I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone too.” He paused. “I like you more than like.” We held each other’s gaze. “I like you more than like too,” I said quietly.
