“But I loved you even before I did.” Love. That was what he felt for her. What fear had made him avoid for so long. How foolish he’d been to avoid something as precious and fleeting as love. It was not something to be had in secret, or to be held close to his chest and shared only in the safest depths of his mind. If Aris could go back, he would love her abundantly. Recklessly. He would hold on tight and never let go.
