“I have a question,” Jack breathes in. “How long have you been keeping that secret?” “That I’m in love with you?” “Yeah.” He nods. My pulse speeds. “A while.” I pause. “You don’t have to say it back if it’s…” I taper off, and I grin at his emerging smile. “What’s so hilarious, Long Beach?” “You really think I don’t love you?” Jack says with a laugh. “Oscar.”
