Reed steps toward me, and if my hand wasn’t full, I would reach out to touch him, but alas, I’m not to this part of the apology yet. “I love you. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to say that too. I’ve loved you since the first time you beat up Marcus in the eighth grade because someone called me a cow. Since the time I sprained my ankle and you carried me all the way home from the ice that day. From the very day we made the rules and said not to fall in love. It was too late then. I was already crazy about you.”
