“Of course not,” he said, voice loaded with sarcasm. “You probably think it’s true love forever.” The thundercloud turned to rain—quiet, soft, heartbreaking. “It could be.” No, no, no. Ryan had known it would end, but he didn’t want it to end like this. He was the only one who was supposed to get hurt. “Don’t.” He hated to beg, but he didn’t have a choice. “Don’t what?” Nico argued. He took a step closer, touched Ryan’s elbow again. Ryan’s heart tripped in his chest. “Don’t tell you I love you?”
