“Yes.” The word just pops out into existence despite my attempt to keep it silent. “The only reason you’re here is—” “Because I want to be. I chose to be here when I made the deal. Now I’m choosing this, choosing you. Both of you.” As if it’s that simple for him. He decides this is what he wants and that’s enough to go for it. His optimism humbles and terrifies me. He leans up and kisses me softly on the lips. “Choose us, Meg. Please.”
