“I need you,” I rasped. “Rafe…” “Don’t you get it? I love you, too. I love you. You don’t get to tell me you’re not enough for me. You don’t!” “You…” “I love you,” I repeated. “I want us. I want you. And I want to come home to you. I don’t care if the house is a mess and my orange juice is long gone.” Oh, no. I was a blubbering mess. I wiped my nose on my forearm and continued. “You make me happy and crazy and you bring so much joy and—” “So do you. Shh. Don’t cry.” He caught a tear with his thumb and cupped my chin. “I’m right here.” “I know. I just…need you to know that my heart is yours.
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