“Because you love me,” I tell her. “I should throw you off my doorstep, it’s been weeks! I’ve been crying over you for weeks. And yet, I want to drag you inside.” Her eyes become serious, but she’s still got that goofy grin. “Because you love me,” I repeat it, hoping that if I’m determined enough in saying it, it will come true. “You come here, pour your heart out, and just expect me to take you back without hesitation?” Molly all but stomps her foot. “No, not without hesitation. But yes, because you love me.” I lean in, our noses practically touching. “And I’ll just break down and do it.
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