“I think I fell in love with you that day,” he murmurs against my ear. My heart stops—like a deep breath before the start of a race, before the horses are released and the chaos ensues. My heart kicks back in, galloping against my chest. In love? In love? “You don’t have to say anything. I . . . I know this is too soon. Alfie told me not to tell you so soon, but I couldn’t wait. You have to know.”
