“And just as much as I’m sure I love you, I’m equally sure… I can’t stay if you’re going to keep competing.” I brace myself for the silence. For the pity. For the heartbreak. “So this is me choosing you. Asking you to choose me.” “There has never been another option,” Maverick says, his voice low and steady. “You’ve always been the only choice. No ride, no win, certainly no damn buckle will ever compare to how I feel about you. I will always choose you. I will always choose us.” “Honestly, I’m a little insulted you didn’t know that,”
