“I love you,” she whispers, the sound so low that I almost can’t hear it. But I do. And my chest feels as if it’s grown wings and is currently flying among the fallen angels. “You can’t take that back either,” I say with more authority than necessary. She smiles a little. “I won’t.” “I mean it, Sasha. Your feelings for me are not allowed to change. Not even a little, not even close.
