“Yes, I said love. I love you, Ivy, and I don’t throw that word around lightly. I fucking love my world when you’re in it. I love working with you every damn day, I love talking to you, I love seeing what faces you’ll give me when I say something that shocks you, I love making your coffee in the morning and your dinner at night. I love when these lips curve up into the prettiest fucking smile that lights up my whole universe.” I kiss her lips again, hovering there. “Most of all, I love who we are together. I love us.” I say it as simply as I can.
