“I know you do, baby. So let me keep showing you that you can trust me. We’ll do this when we’re sober and we’re both ready, really ready, okay? I promise.” She plasters herself to me, hiccupping. “You said you loved me.” I squeeze her tightly in answer. “Do you still?” Her voice is barely audible. “Did I fuck it up?” “No, baby. You didn’t fuck up anything.” I rock her in my lap. Here, away from the party and the rest of the world, feels like my one shot at getting her to realize just how deep my feelings are. “I love you, and I’m not going to stop.”
