“I fucking love you, Clint. And if you’re brave enough to let me show you, I promise I’ll never stop.” I expelled a shuddering breath, kissing my forehead to his. “How can you be so sure you’re in love with me?” “Because it’s been six years. That’s seventy-two months, one-hundred and ninety-two hours, forty-three minutes, and twenty-eight seconds, and I still haven’t been able to talk myself out of it. I give up. Tell me you’ll throw in the towel, too.”
