“I love you, Marisa.” She kissed my chest and her smile widened. “I love you too.” She said it like any other time the words had passed her lips. I could let it pass. I could let it pass by like saying hi or bye to a friend, but I needed her to know. Tucking the hair behind her ear, I rubbed my thumb along the underside of her chin and held her gaze. “Love you, love you. I love you, Marisa.” She stiffened, staring back at me like this wasn’t inevitable. Like it wasn’t impossible not to. “And I have all kinds of plans for us once I get back from Chicago and once I’m drafted. Plans that include
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