“Tommy,” she whispered into the dark. He tensed all over, pulling back just far enough to see her face. Reaching out a hand, she pressed a thumb to the crinkle in his brow. “I like you, too.” The admission came out in a whisper. “Well, yeah.” His mouth kicked up in a smile. “Who wouldn’t?” When they finally fell asleep, it was with their hands laced together between them. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid.
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