“Don’t make me say it,” he mumbled. “Everyone’s… watching.” I let out a shaky laugh, tugging him closer. “Hell no, slayer, I’m gonna make you say it.” Moth glared at me without heat. “Such a shithead. Fine, I…” He swallowed again, but lifted his chin and stared at me with a determined expression, even as his voice wavered when he said, “I love you.”
SCREEEEEEAMING
