“Come on, Sebastian,” she chides, and my jaw clicks. “All that talk about facing my fears means nothing if you can’t do the same. You know how much I hate being babied, so stop protecting me and just say it.” Fine. She wants to hear it so badly, then that’s what she gets. I’d tear down every brick of our home and rebuild it if she asked. “I’m in love with you,” I roar, sick of holding back. “Well, good,” Bee yells back. “Because I’m in love with you.”
