“You love me?” “Well, yeah.” He softens with a smile. “Isn’t that obvious?” “You don’t think you should’ve told me before you told my brother?” “Shit.” Realization dawns on his handsome but bruised face. “I didn’t think of it like that. I mean, I’ve loved you since I was twelve. I thought that was another one of those unspoken things.” I can’t help but laugh because, wow, that feels good to hear after a year apart. “This is something that should maybe be spoken out loud.”
