We both picked one thought that would get us through the day. A dream or a desire . . .” he shook his head and trailed off. His confession made me breathless. He had thought of me every day? “Me?” I asked. He gazed down at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “It’s always been you.” He used my words, and I couldn’t swallow for the lump in my throat. “I love you, Tate.” Jared looked at me like I was the most important thing in his world.
