“I love you, Gideon.” Paul’s rough whisper hung between us, warm words cutting through arctic air. “It’s so soon.” Like him, I was whispering, terrified that if I spoke too loudly, I’d discover this was all a dream. Next to me, he shrugged before tugging me closer. “And yet not nearly soon enough.” “True.” It had been a whirlwind month for sure, but in other ways, this moment had been years in the making. And I couldn’t deny the truth in my own heart. “I love you too. Maybe it’s not too soon. But it’s still scary.”
