“Shea, I— I don’t deserve you.” My voice cracked. “I don’t. I know that. But—” But he was a glimpse of a future that I wanted. He could be my forever, the rest of my life, if I tried my fucking hardest. There was nothing, nothing at all, more terrifying than squaring up to myself at three in the morning last night and asking how badly I wanted to be with Shea. How much was I willing to risk? To give?
