“If it’s too late for us, G, then I need to know now, before I get my hopes up, before I start…” He paused again and closed his eyes. He moved his hand from my hip to the back of my head and pulled me towards him. He kissed my forehead and then rested his against mine. “Just tell me, G. Are we too late? Please tell me it’s not too late. I fuckin’ love you so much, but if… If… Fuck, I can’t even say it.”
