JUSTIN’S POV
When Allison pulls back, tears staining her cheeks, I cup her face and wipe them away. My forehead rests against hers, my chest rising and falling.
I have a thousand things to say and no idea where to start.
I want to tell her I’ve imagined this moment more times than I can count. I’ve imagined hearing those words from her so often that there were nights I thought I was losing my mind.
I want to tell her there isn’t a single thing about her I don’t love. Not one. Every messy, stubborn, beautiful part of her has lived in my heart for longer than she knows.
Despite all this, I settle for, “Allison, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Her glossy eyes crinkle as she smiles, but before she can say anything, I press my lips to hers.
For a heartbeat, she stiffens. Then she me
