“When are you going to realize that you’re the only one I see?” His words seem too big, too heavy—too much. I drop my gaze to the beige carpet of his room, but nearly as quickly, he moves his hand from my waist to my jaw, tipping my face up, waiting until I lift my eyes to his. “I’m in this. I’m all in, and I know if I’d told you how I felt after your accident, this would be easier, but I want this. I want you and me and us. And I’ll pull your weight and mine until you’re ready.”
