“You… You love me?” “How can I not?” he breathes out, running a finger across the cut on my cheek. “I think I have for a while, Bunk. Just couldn’t… couldn’t say it.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to both my eyelids before his lips travel to mine. “But today made it so clear if it wasn’t already.” “All because I tortured a guy?” “All because you knew what I was thinkin’, what I wanted, what I couldn’t say myself.” He smiles and my heart melts. “Because you didn’t judge me, because you didn’t hesitate, because you danced with my demons and came out alive.”
