“So much. I’m grateful you told me the truth. You’re right. Hearing you say her name in your sleep made me misunderstand, and I was jealous. I thought that someone else had your heart, when I…” “No,” he says, cupping my face. “There’s no one but you, Raya. I…” I draw a shaky breath, reading the emotions in his eyes. “You don’t have to say it back,” I whisper. “My love for you isn’t transactional. It isn’t conditional.”
