Cheeks hot, I whisper against his mouth, “I love you.” I probably say it too much. After that first time, when I was sweaty and nervous and sick with anxiety, I couldn’t seem to help myself. Sometimes I worry that I tell him so often that it’s going to lessen the meaning behind the words. But greater than that is the desire to make sure he knows. I want my love for him and Parker to be stitched across his skin like tattoo ink. I don’t ever want there to be a time where he questions. There very well might come a day when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, but there will never come
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