“You were very deeply asleep; I didn’t miss anything.” His eyes gleamed. “The talking came earlier.” I groaned. “What did you hear?” His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same.” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply.
I can hear 13-year-old me screaming
