“I don’t know what love is, actually.” He tucks his hands in his pockets, straightening and pulling away. “Do you?” “I think it’s when you can’t think of a person without aching to see them.” “I see.” I nod. “The person you love can hurt you, though. You have to be careful.” “Maybe I don’t want to be careful anymore. Sometimes you just have to let go, right?” “Maybe.” He leans in closer, and my body trembles. He looks down at me and whispers in my ear, his lips barely touching the top. “I don’t want to be careful tonight, babe. Are you with me?”
