“I can’t stop. There’s more I hate.” About their situation. About herself. “There’s more to say.” “I’d rather skip what you hate and hear you say that you love me again.” “I love you.” Her voice cracked. Damn it. She was going to cry. Hard. There was no stopping it. No leaving to hide herself in a lonely corner. He was going to see what no one else ever had. Elora, stripped bare. Zain’s forehead dropped to hers. “I love you.”
