“I really do have to make a choice between you and my parents, or you and God, or you and the whole stupid planet, then I choose you. From now until the end of time. I choose you.”
Thunder crashes outside our window, like the sky is splitting open, and all at once our room plunges into darkness. I can just make out Marcos’s face in the candlelight. Even in the chaos he hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
“I choose you too,” he says, stepping forward and taking my face in his hands. Then his lips are on mine and all I can taste is heaven.”