I don’t know how this ends. How we go back to being just friends.” “Why do we have to? Hell, I’d stay married to you if I knew you wanted that. I don’t want this to end, Sav. Now that I’ve got you back, I don’t want to let you go. Not now, not in another month, not in another year. I. Want. You. Whatever way I can have you.” A tear rolled down my cheek, and he swiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “You have me. We don’t have to figure everything out right now. We did things backward, and that’s probably made things confusing, but who cares? At the end of the day, we want to be together.”
