“Jeremy,” I whisper and kiss his lips. “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.” “Fuck, Cecily. You’re going to be the death of me.” “Just like you’re going to be mine.” “Tell me you love me.” “I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur. “Am I the only one you love?” “Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”
