“Sometimes I can’t believe I get to be here with you,” he tells me, and it’s the softest he’s ever spoken. “It’s overwhelming, honestly. I look at you and…” he trails off, the words difficult to find, but I’m hanging on to every syllable he gives me. “I can’t believe I get to exist within a four-foot radius of you. You’re made of dreams, Avery, and I’m the guy lucky enough for even a few minutes of your time.”
