“I love you,” I say. “I want you to know that. Now, tonight.” She looks at me, searching my face. “Is that true?” “It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.” “I’ve never been in love before,” she says. “But I don’t know what else to call this feeling.” She kisses me again, hungry as ever. I don’t care if this is wrong. I don’t care that I have no right. I need her, and I love her.