“If you’re concerned about the resort, you can rest assured, the security here is—” “It’s not about the fucking resort.” The words flew out before I could stop them. Jesus, it wasn’t about anything but her. I’d avoided her for days trying to figure it out and classify what I was feeling so I could handle it correctly, but there was no way to do so other than to say it was love. I still fucking loved this girl, and I wasn’t going to let her go. I knew that now. I had to come to terms with it too because my brother would have killed me otherwise.
