“Tell me you love me, Cross,” I demanded, pushing harder into her. “Tell me you love me, and I swear I’ll never hurt you again. It isn’t in me, baby. I want forever with you. I want kids, a big house, long nights, and early mornings. I want to grow old together, die, and love each other in the afterlife.” I let her neck go and wrapped my hand around her wrist that held the gun. “Pull the trigger if you don’t feel the same way.”
