“You. You’re just too perfect,” she sobs. “It’s going to break my heart when this all blows up in my face, because I think I’m in love with you, Giovanni De Bellis. No, I don’t think. I know I am.” “Okay, first, this isn’t ever going to blow up in your face. I love you, Ellie, and I look after things I love. People I love. I will not allow anything to come between us. Ever,” I admit before leaning down to kiss the middle of her forehead. “See? Perfect,” she whispers. “You are perfect.”
