“Why do you love me?” Even as the words left my mouth, I was afraid to ask. Seth hadn’t told me he loved me yet. I just knew that he did. “Because,” he said, sliding his hands up to cup my face, “when I’m with you, I feel like myself. And somehow, when you look at me, I know that man is enough.” I slipped my arms around his waist and held him tight against me. “That’s because I love you, Seth.”
