“I want you. I want this. Always. Not just for now. I want so much from you that I’m afraid to ask … I don’t even think I’m worthy of asking.” She swallows, staring right back at me, her eyes bright and glassy. They don’t look fearful at all. “What do you want?” she asks after a beat. I place my hands at her heart. I can’t make myself say it but I hope that it’s enough.
