“Are you nervous?” Winter asks. Calmness washes over me. “No. Every day I’m with him, I’m living a dream. He has a good heart that should be protected at all costs. Earlier, he thought I was going to call this off. The expression he had . . .” I shake my head. “I never want to see that look again. It nearly destroyed me.” “Because you love him.” “Yes,” I whisper. “And I keep asking myself how it’s possible, how I can feel this strongly and deeply about someone so fast.”
