“I love you, Austin.” “You do?” As if she’s talking directly to my heart, she whispers into my chest, “You’ve never made me feel broken when I can’t handle your touch. Even when I’ve told you about the most fucked up parts of myself, you don’t stop showing me how much you care. And you don’t only care about me—you take care of all the people you love. You’re such a good man without even trying to be. You’re sweet, protective, funny. You read cattle ranching magazines and watch Happy Days like a seventy-year-old man. How could I not love you?”
