“You love me?” I said. The sharp chin again. Twice. There weren’t many things she thought were worth nodding twice for. “I love you, too. I love you.” I said it twice, to be sure she heard it. I shivered, not cold anymore but knowing that saying it out loud made it real. For a long time it was this sneaking feeling I didn’t look at too closely, but now I’d said it. I laid awake for a while, feeling her breath on my arm, but finally, being warm and comfortable and drunk caught up with me, and I fell asleep.
Does he love her like a daughter or something creepy?
