He dipped his head, voice dropping low and sweet. “I love you, Frankie Curtis. Don’t ever forget it.” My stomach bottomed out, and my eyes sparked with tears. “I hate you for doing this right here and now.” He chuckled at me and pressed a kiss to my nose. “Sorry.” “No you’re not,” I said with an exaggerated sigh. “No,” he agreed. “I’m definitely not. But I do love you.” “It’s a really good thing I love you, too, or I’d be annoyed at you for making me want to cry.”
