“I’m keeping you forever, Sierra. You don’t need to worry about that.” I intertwine our fingers and kiss her knuckles. Then her eyes water. “Don’t cry, baby.” She sniffles “Sorr—I mean, I’ve just never felt this. It’s like my chest is going to burst.” “That sounds like a medical emergency, Romanova,” I note. Sierra smacks my arm, hard. “I’m trying to say that I love you, you idiot.”
