“I love you,” she says against my mouth as I lose the strength to hold my body above hers and crash safely between her legs. My mind reels from her words. It’s ridiculous and impossible. She can’t love me. Not me, and not after only one week. But it doesn’t change the fact that I feel the same way. I love her in a way that is dangerous and fucking mind-blowing. I love her in the same way sirens pull men to their deaths. I know it will kill me, but I don’t care. I would gladly give my life to whisper those words back to her. “I love you so fucking much.”
