“But what I thought about most?” he whispered. “Was how you said you loved me. I replayed it a million times — the way your lips formed around the words, the way your eyes were glossed with tears and pain that I’d caused you, the way I felt that declaration so deep inside me that it might as well have been a tattoo on my soul.” I rolled my lips together as tears pooled in my eyes. “I don’t know if you still do,” he continued, shrugging. “Hell, I don’t know that I deserve it. But, I love you, too, Jasmine. I have loved you since the first day I saw you walk through the hallways of school that
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