He’s so handsome when he smiles at me like this. Like he’s so taken with me, so smitten. He loves me. I about had an aneurysm when those words came out of that talented mouth last night. They were full of passion and truth, and for a heartbeat, I was terrified. And then a warmth I’ve never felt before moved through me. My heart ached but in a delicious way. In a way that told me this was a life-altering moment, and I fucked it up. I wish I’d said it back. I wish it was easy for me to say it back. Because I do love him. I love everything about this man. So why can’t I tell him?
