“You will hurt me, but you’ll never lose me.” I knew Beckett’s heart well enough to be able to say that. He’d never hurt me intentionally. He didn’t have that kind of mean in him. That meant I’d never walk away. Maybe this wouldn’t work. Maybe it would be a disaster. But even if the romantic piece of our relationship ended, the friendship never would. It would hurt to lose that, the promise of the amazing man in front of me, but I wouldn’t abandon him because of it.
