“You love me.” “I do,” I said in a small voice. He’d meant it as playful banter but he’d brought it up. I loved him and we had promised not to keep things from each other. “No bullshit.” He knocked the bag to the floor and pulled me down the bed and crawled over me. “You better,” he said. “Because I hear it’s no fun being in love with someone if they don’t love you back.” He paused. “I love you, Anna. No bullshit.”
