He shakes his head, earnest eyes boring into mine as he finally says the thing I’ve been wanting him to say for months. “Not fake, princess. Real. Everything I feel for you, everything I want with you is real.” “Real,” I repeat the word, tasting the possibility, savoring the potential, the reality of us. “Is that something you could want?” Doubt plays over his features, and seeing him so afraid that I don’t want him, pulls my answer from my throat before I have the chance to think. “Yes,” I whisper fiercely, nodding to emphasize my answer. “It’s all I want, Chris.”
