“I love you.” The words slip out of me again, unstoppable now that I’ve let them free. My voice breaks on the words, but I don’t care. I need him to know how deep this runs. Firelight catches the moisture filming his eyes, turning them to liquid sapphire. He leans closer, our foreheads touching, and the world outside the two of us dissolves into a soft blur of fire and sound. A small, shaky laugh escapes him, full of wonder. “I want to spend every day making you happy, Torey.” “You already do,” I whisper.
