Thio winces, breaks with a panting gasp. “I love you so much.” I yank back from him. He teeters, not letting go of me. “You dick,” I snap with no bite whatsoever. “I wanted to say it first. I almost did say it first, but you cut me off.” Thio grins. An unhurried, delighted smile, it bathes over me, settles the last of the worry. “I win,” he declares, eyes teary, and before I can get out more than an indignant huff,
