“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth, like it’s a secret just for me. But I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. I want the entire world to know I’m his the same way he’s mine. That he’s always been mine, even when I was too stupid or stubborn or blind to see it. It’s always been us. Ever since the beginning. “I love you,” I tell him, reeling him in for another kiss. “So much more than you’ll ever know.”
