We stay like that, watching each other until his expression softens into one of faint amusement. “Not that you have to say it back, but—” “Crap. Sorry. No, I do. I love you too.” He laughs as my face heats in embarrassment. “Sorry,” I repeat. “It’s because I was listening to your big proclamation.” “Is that what that was?” I nod. “About how you’re so devoted to me.”
