“I half hoped I’d get tired of you,” he stated coolly, but his bright, heated eyes drilled me to the spot. “After years of wanting you, I thought if I had you, I could move on.” He licked his bottom lip and I watched him visibly swallow. “But it was the opposite. The complete opposite.” My heart clenched tight at his words. When his fingers wiped away a few more tears on my cheek, he moved closer, his hands cradling my back. “I love you, Juliette. And I choose you. I’ll always choose you,” he said, for once—his voice not calm, but filled with so much emotion, I almost drowned.
