“I love you, Mckenzie Brenheran,” he said in a voice that promised the flowers of spring and the glistening sun on the ocean. “I love the real you. For a while now. I thought you should know in case I haven’t made myself clear all those times I’ve told you what an amazing person you are. “Make of it what you will. Love me back or let me adore you from a distance, but don’t expect me to taste you and be able to go back to not wanting you. Don’t push me over the edge. For once I fall off that cliff with you . . . I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to return.”
