His face seemed to tighten, and his lower lip began to quiver. Eloise caught her breath. She’d never seen a man cry, never really even thought it possible, but then a tear rolled slowly down his cheek, settling into the dimple at the corner of his mouth until she reached out and brushed it away. “I love you,” he said, choking on the words. “I don’t even care if you don’t feel the same way. I love you and . . . and . . .” “Oh, Phillip,” she whispered, reaching up and touching the tears on his face. “I love you, too.”
Awww at last!
