“Benny Bianchi, do you think in a million years I’d do anything to jeopardize the promise of you?” I snapped. I got silence from Benny for a moment before he asked quietly, “The promise of me?” “Yes,” I hissed. “The promise of you.” “Babe, I’m yours. How am I a promise?” he asked, tone now cautious, and my belly did a dip at the “I’m yours” business. But still. “Every day is a new promise, Ben,” I told him sharply. “Every night I go to sleep knowin’ it’s a promise, every day I wake knowin’ in some way it’s gonna be fulfilled. And repeat. For…hopefully…ever.”
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