“Actually, there is.” A brief flash of worry flickers over his features before he schools them. “Okay,” he says slowly. My thumb moves absently over his skin where our hands are connected, the action calming me enough to make the jump. “I love you too.” Aspen blinks at me for a second before his brain catches up. The second it does, he beams and grips the back of my neck with one hand, my waist with the other, and hauls me flush against him. “Never in my life have I been happier to hear four words come outta your mouth.”
