Harry's breaths came quick and nervous, eyes filling up."Sonya, I know you said we should wait, but we're ready. You make me feel like the man I want to become." That doesn't make any sense, a snarky little voice chimed in my head as my gaze flicked over Harry's head, skirting away from the stares of the diners on us. Why did people always want to be loved for who they could be? Didn't it make more sense to be loved for who you already were?
