“I really have loved you for a long time.” My throat crowds with emotion as I nod. “I saw you sneaking the rings I made when we were at Blue Yonder, so I knew you had some of them,” he says, biting back a smile at my shocked squeak, but then his expression turns infinitely tender. “You kept them all, though.” “I did.” His eyes search mine. “Why?” “Because I’ve loved you for a long time, too.”
