“Did you mean it?” “Mean what?” “You said you loved me. Did you mean it?” Everything rushed up over me. All the anxiety and fear over Max pushing me away. Tears blurred my eyes. “Yes. I meant it.” “Say it.” “I love you.” “My life’s a fucking mess.” “I don’t care about that.” “I may never play hockey again.” I swallowed the tears that wobbled my voice. “That would break my heart because I know how much you love the game, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.” “I suck at this.” “At what?” “Showing you how much you mean.” “I mean something to you?” He stared past me for a moment before his
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