Page 80 of Words of Love

“This isn’t a blanket fort secret.”

“Then lay it on me.”

She thought she should be a bit fearful of the confession, or at least nervous. But there was nothing except a deep, abiding certainty that she wanted him to know. She braced her hands on either side of his head and pressed her forehead against his.

“Ifeel…” she whispered, “like I’m falling in love with you.”

He went still beneath her, his quick intake of breath his only movement.

“Brooke.” His throat worked with a swallow. “You know I’m not—“

“I don’t care what you’renot.” She threaded her hand through his hair. “I care what you are. And I’m not telling you because I expect you to say it back. I just want to give you the truth. My truth.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her with an intensity that made her blood burn. When he lifted his head, his eyes were darkened to the color of the earth.

“Want to know what my truth is?” He curled his fingers against her waist.

She nodded.

“You.”