“But while you were fighting for your life, unconscious, I was very fucking conscious. I watched every minute of your suffering. But I wasn’t sitting there just for fucking guilt. You want to know what I felt?” “What?” I ask breathlessly, unable to even attempt to be snippy. “So fucking devastated that I was going to lose you,” he replies, stark honesty rumbling out of his gravelly voice. “That I was going to lose you before I could tell you that I love you.” Breath sucks in between my lips, my eyes widening as I stare at him. “Love?” He pauses and studies my face like his dark brown eyes are
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