“I’m not asking you to promise anything. I don’t want anything to change. All I know is when I walk through that door, it’s your face I look for. Every night when we say goodbye, I don’t want to go. And I don’t know what that means besides this: I don’t want to be your fling, Tess.” “Say it again,” she said softly. With a smile, I looked deeper into her eyes. “I don’t want to be your fling. I want to be your everything.”
