“You are so God damn beautiful, and I love you!” he practically shouts, and my hand goes to my mouth.
“What?” I whisper.
“You heard me, Alison!” He says frustrated and he begins pacing. I could see his chest rising and falling frantically.
“Say it again,” I practically beg. “Say it again,” I repeat myself, but a little louder.
“Do I have to?” he asks, his face open and wounded
“Please,” I say.
“I love you… Alison,” he sighs defeated. “I love you.”
Tears fell down my cheeks, but they were happy tears this time. His words connected to me in my chest and I was overwhelmed with happiness.
“Say it again,” I repeat myself.
“Ali please…” he says.
“Say it,” I really do beg.
“I love you,” he says with a small smile. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you, I just coul
