I ran out of words when he lowered his forehead to mine. “Yeah, last night,” he whispered. “You told me you were in love with me and I told you I felt the same.” “Right. So why are you acting weird because I said I was your girlfriend?” “Because you don’t feel like my girlfriend.” My heart slid into my throat, and my panic swirled in my stomach. “I…I don’t?” “No, you feel like my future. You feel like the mother of my children even though we don’t have any. You feel like my wife even though we haven’t gotten married. You feel like more, like everything, like a dream come to life.”
