“No,” he told her. “If I’m serious, I’m scared. I’m scared because…you’re you. You’re the brightest light I’ve ever met. You’re sweet and perfect and lovely and…” He moved closer to her, holding onto his towel. “And you have this freckle right here.” He reached out one finger to her neck, tapping the little brown spot. “It’s been driving me wild since I was fourteen, Chloe, and if I think about how much I’ve wanted you and how long, and how if I make one wrong move I might lose you altogether… I can’t be serious, Chloe. It’s too much.”
