His lips dust mine, feather light. “I realized…I love you more than I’m afraid of anything.” The brutal honesty squeezes my heart, but he doesn’t stop there. “I realized I love you more than I’m ashamed of my past. I love you, Riley,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my cheek. For once, I don’t have a flirty comeback. Tracing his face as a tear streams down mine, I can barely get out the words we’ve said before. “And I love you.”
