“I need you to listen to me, Emerson,” I say quietly into her ear. “I will want you with every single ounce of my being during every single second of every single day for the rest of our lives. No amount of scars will stop me from loving you, from worshiping you with every moment we have together. You are it for me. Endgame. Ride or die. The whole lot. Every-fucking-thing.”
