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“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” There is a slight break in his voice that I’ve never heard in him before, and I believe him. “Like you hurt Rebecca?” Some emotion flickers in his eyes and is gone as quickly as it appears. Guilt? Pain? “Yes.” His voice is soft, missing the unwavering command that is his norm. “Like I hurt Rebecca.” “Is that why she left?” “Yes.”

I am on the verge of a confession better made in private. “I love . . .” I pause, torn about what comes next. “Being with you.” His eyes dance with mischief and his lips curve. “I love . . .” He pauses as I had. “Being with you.” My eyes go wide. Have we just confessed our love? Surely not. “You love . . . being with me?” “Very much,” he assured me.

I am on the verge of a confession better made in private. “I love . . .” I pause, torn about what comes next. “Being with you.” His eyes dance with mischief and his lips curve. “I love . . .” He pauses as I had. “Being with you.” My eyes go wide. Have we just confessed our love? Surely not. “You love . . . being with me?” “Very much,” he assured me.

I’m thrilled when I should be objecting.
“And you, Chris?” I challenge instead.
“Are you mine?”
“Every bit of me, baby, good and bad.”
I am shocked at how easily this declaration has rolled from his lips. My own lips part and no words come out.

I’m thrilled when I should be objecting.
“And you, Chris?” I challenge instead.
“Are you mine?”
“Every bit of me, baby, good and bad.”
I am shocked at how easily this declaration has rolled from his lips. My own lips part and no words come out.