“But here’s the thing,” Noah says in stride, taking my hand and rolling it gently between his. “I didn’t like hating you one bit, Colton Darling. Loving you has been better in every single way. You asked me once…why you. And I’ve told you a hundred times over, but let me tell you again. I love your passion. Your fight. I love the way you care so deeply and how that’s extended to me and mine. I love how soft you are in the mornings and the way your kiss feels like coming home. I’ve loved every moment of finding out who you are. I love you because, well…because you’re you.”
