“I love you,” I whisper, my thumb sweeping over her lower lip as she slips her hands over my chest, around my neck. “Strip it away, all of it, right down to your bones. The bold, the mouthy, the happy, the strong. I’ve spent this life loving those pieces of you, and I’m going to love every piece in between, too. The scared, the quiet, the sad, and the tired. There isn’t a version of you I’m not going to love, because I love you, Cara. Right down to your bones.”
