“Psh. You’re an adrenaline junkie. You love it.”
“I do,” she agreed. “And you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I told her, wrapping an arm around her even through it hurt. “I never stopped. Not for a fucking minute.”
“I didn’t stop either. Even when I wanted more than anything to hate you, I still loved you.”
Fuck.
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until she said it.
“I better hurry up and heal. We have a lot of happily-ever-aftering to do.”