““I wanted you to choose me because you loved me. Because I loved you so damn much that I couldn’t deal with knowing you didn’t” He shifted deeper against me, one of his hands moving from the wall to the back of my neck, his fingers sifting up into my hair. “I did love you. Jesus, Mira. I’ve always loved you. You’ve been back in my life three fucking days now. We’re goddamn strangers. I am not positive I’ll even like you two weeks from now. But I know with every fiber of my being that I love you, Mira York. Because it never died. Not for me.””
