“I once told you that only one girl has ever broken my heart before. That was you, Asher. And I swear to fucking God, I think you’re breaking it again.” He puts my face in his hands and presses the gentlest of kisses on my lips. “I love you, Asher Wells. I think I always have.” Those words should fill my heart, instead, they fracture it a little more. Because I’m not sure if love is enough to conquer the obstacles we face.
