“I love you.” His eyes soften right before his brows scrunch. He opens his mouth, only to shut it again. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.” He brings our interlaced fingers to his lips and kisses the back of my hand. “When I say it back—and I promise, I will—it’s going to be somewhere without any witnesses.” “I’m holding you to that.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “Deal.”
