Fierce Fragile Hearts (Beautiful Broken Things, #2)

by Sara Barnard

I hug him back. ‘You’re not actually Welsh, remember. You just live here.’ He grins. ‘Rwy’n dy garu di.’ ‘What?!’ ‘Come on,’ he says, slinging an arm around my neck. ‘I’ll get us Thai food on the way home.’

Rwy'n dy garu di = I love you.