Before I lose my nerve, I blurt out, “I’m ready.” He frowns, and the look of confusion is both admirable and adorable. “Ready for what?” “To start living again.” My voice is a hoarse whisper. “With you.” Grayson blinks before a full-blown smile stretches across his face, and the happiness that radiates from him knocks the breath from me. Before I know it, Grayson is tackling me to the ground, placing his weight atop mine and caging my head between his arms, his lips a breath from mine. “Say it,” he whispers. I look into his eyes, into the joy and vulnerability in them, and confess, “I love
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