At my stunned silence, he said, “I love you, Kelly.” He nailed me with his intense gaze, his eyes unwavering and brilliantly blue. “I guess the only thing left to ask is ‘Do you still love me?’” “Blue—” “Do you love me?” I sighed. “You idiot. I’ve loved you since you were twelve years old, Blue. It’s only gotten worse since then.” “Better,” he corrected. “Semantics.” My brow scrunched in confusion as I wondered why it sounded like I was getting everything I ever wanted on a silver platter, like Blue was committing himself to me and saying he wanted to be in a relationship. My boyfriend. Mine.
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