“The second you chose me, you made it my concern,” I explain in a voice ravaged with emotion. “I chose you?” she asks, baffled. I nod. “You did. You reached out to me when you could have called literally anyone else in the world.” “I tried others, but they were busy,” she cuts in defensively, but the jab lacks strength. She knows it’s an excuse as much as I do. I lift her wrist to my lips and press three claiming kisses slowly along her flushed skin. “You chose me, Amelie. And that’s a decision that can never be undone.”
