“Emmeline. Listen to me.” I leveled her with a gaze because we just couldn’t fuck around right now. “I have wanted you for half my life. I don’t remember what it’s like to wake up in the morning without thinking about you. Everything good in my life has your fingerprints on it and you’ve been there for me to lean on through all the bad times.” I grabbed my discarded shirt off the floor and held it out for her. “I buy shirts with little orange blossoms on them because I want all the reminders of you I can get. I don’t know who I am without you, and I don’t want to find out.”
