bubbles over my lips and the words come out thick with tears, “So you won’t leave me?” He moves closer to me, and then his fingers brush over the curve of my cheek. “Never.” “Not even when I grow old and fat?” He laughs and leans in until I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips. “Not even then.” He presses a kiss to my lips and then whispers, “I live you, Cara. I live for you, and I’ll die for you. There’s nothing here for me but you.” “I live you, Alex,” I whisper, and he pulls back.
