“I love you like a boyfriend loves his girlfriend.” “You do?” “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “So I was wondering if you might consider loving me like a girlfriend loves her boyfriend?” “I already do,” I strangled out, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face. “I always have.” His eyes searched mine hopefully. “Yeah?” I nodded eagerly. “Always.” “Oh, thank God,” Hugh replied, heaving out a huge, audible breath. “Because I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my girlfriend since 1994, and I don’t think I can hold it in another day.”
