“despite the lack of a PowerPoint, you have presented a very strong case that I should, instead, listen to you. And believe you when you tell me that none of this really matters.” “So what does matter?” “That I’m desperately in love with you. And that, against all reason, you appear to…” I stared at him, wide-eyed and absurdly, frantically, heart-soaringly hopeful. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.” “You appear to…” He stumbled, a hand coming up to half conceal his mouth. “Arden, I’m not sure I can.” No way was I letting this go. “I…” “…you…you…love me too?”
