“Please don’t,” I beg. I don’t care how pathetic I sound. “I love you, Tessa,” he says and my heart leaps out of my chest. The words sound perfect coming off his lips and I would do anything to be able to hear them again. “I love you, Hardin.” This is the first time we have both openly said the words, and I fight down my urge to panic over the possibility that he could take them back again. Even if he does, I will always have the memory of how they sounded, how they made me feel. “Say it again,” he whispers and turns me around to face him. In his eyes I see more vulnerability than I had
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