If you feel guilty, talk to me like you usually do. Don’t shut me out and make me feel…insignificant.” His face falls, a small sound escapes his mouth. We stare at each other, the tension thickening the air between us. Finally, he says, “There’s no one in the world more significant to me than you.” The heat between us cools to something warmer, and suddenly looking at him hits differently. He’s always been beautiful, gorgeous, but right now he’s infuriatingly fine.
