“I fucking love you, so how am I not supposed to worry?” I raised my voice more than I should, but my frustration got the best of me. His smile was brighter than the sun on a summer day. He relaxed in the chair, arms across his chest, staring me down with blue eyes that were both soft and amused at the same time. His mood had completely changed, and I didn’t know why. “What?” “How many times are you going to tell me you love me before you realize what you’re saying?” He cocked his head, that smile still wide on his mouth.
