“And you want to be my boyfriend,” I say out loud, my lips lifting into an overwhelmed smile. “My real boyfriend.” “You want to have a boyfriend.” He says what is true. I’m no longer closed off from the idea of a relationship. My heart is open for him to hold. And to protect. Breathless, I whisper, “Only if that boyfriend is you.” His hand encases my cheek. “I love you, Jane.”
