“Alright, fine. Yes, for some reason that I’m finding absolutely impossible to fathom, I’ve managed to fall in love with you.” I smile. “Ditto.” Devon screws his face up. “Hell no. You’re not getting out of this by ripping off Ghost. Say it back properly!” I groan. “Do I really have to?” “Yes, you really have to,” he says, eyes narrowed. “Okay, okay.” I draw in a deep breath, steadying myself. “I sort of…maybe…” “Sort of…maybe?” Devon echoes, clearly unimpressed. “Okay, fine! I love you,” I blurt out. “There we go—don’t expect me to ever say it again.”
