He pulls back, studying me with a mixture of reverence and desire, awe and adoration. “I love you, Vi. I never stopped.” “I love you.” My voice breaks, along with my composure. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks, complete with huge, wracking sobs. I want to kiss him, but I’m bawling too hard. Gulping for air, I press my face into his bare shoulder while he strokes my back.
