Sometimes in quiet moments like this, when Bear wasn’t doing anything particularly amazing—not growling at someone to back off, or comforting me in the middle of the night, or even kissing me senseless up against a tree, but just being his own, sweet, intelligent self—the overwhelming like I felt for him swamped me.
This!!!! This is SOOOO important. genuinely liking the person without any of your own bullshit in the way? That’s golden.
