My eyes prick and my throat tightens to keep the words inside of me. But I look at her—at her—and I see that she doesn’t need me to say thank you. Because she knows how well her arrow landed. She smiles softly at me, and says, “I think…I think I may be falling in love with you.” My heart thumps. I can’t believe she said it first. I can’t believe I have permission to say it.
