“You make me smile too,” Jason breathed. “You make me want to—to be your knight. To read romance novels. To kiss you. I always f*****g want to kiss you. And you say I can, and you want me, you trust me, you believe in me—you save me. Every f*****g day. I want to learn how to make cinnamon wine with you. I love you.”
“You say I’m saving you.” That smile was a banner, a flag lifted, a call to home and to beginnings. “But you keep on saving me. Everything I want—everything I’m not scared of wanting—that’s all to do with you. You’re in everything, every daydream, every story. All my happy endings. You’re always here. You’re always here for me. And you don’t mind a few thunderstorms, as far as the weather—”
“I’m right there with you. Holding your hand. More. Whatever you say you want. Wheneve
