“You really love me?” he asks wonderingly. I swallow the lump in my throat. “So much.” His forehead wrinkles and he plays with a strand of my hair. “Can I tell you a secret?” I nod solemnly. “Always.” “It frightens me a bit how much I feel,” he whispers. “I never wanted to love anyone, and I’m pretty positive I’m going to be shit at it.” I smile and tighten my grip. “It doesn’t matter. As long as we treat each other right, there’s room for error.”
