less. “I love you, Sloane Winthrop. I always have. I love you so damn hard I don’t even know what to do with it. You’re my person. And I think I’m yours too.” “You have always been my person,” she chokes out. “I love you so much.” I don’t pause. I don’t think twice. I tilt her head up and I kiss her. In the middle of a busy street for the whole damn world to see while snow falls around us. In the exact spot she walked away from me once before. But this time, it’s us. Together.
