“Ez,” he whispers, hugging me tight. “Even after everything, you still think I need to be warned off? Like a damsel at the ball or something?” I laugh. “No.” More tears leak out and drip. “Not like a damsel. Like a prince.” Miller scoots in closer, hugging me so damn tight. “You saying I’m a prince? I can’t be the prince, Ezra. Because you are. I’m a freckled farm boy, best case.” He lifts his head. He’s close enough to kiss. His blue eyes seem to burn right through me.
