“I love you.” I couldn’t stop saying it. I’d told her I loved her one-hundred-and-twenty-six times in the last two weeks, and the way it made me… feel… never changed. Her smile widened. “What is it?” “I love the way you say it.” My head cocked to one side and I blinked. “How do I say it?” She gave a little shrug. “Like it’s a fact.” “It is a fact.”
