Jane
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
A month ago I never would have dreamed of telling Ethan I love him, and we’ve been stuck in a holding pattern ever since the pups were taken – so why am I so tempted to say it now?
Do I truly feel it? Do I love Ethan? Is it just the impulse to return the sentiment out of politeness? Does he truly mean it, or is simply the afterglow of s*x? Is that why I feel so inclined to say those dangerous words?
I don’t know what to do – my feelings aren’t even the problem, it’s what admitting them would mean. If I tell Ethan I love him now, there will never be any going back. He’s already determined not to let me go, and saying “I love you” would be like a green light waving him forward. I try to get hold of myself, to drown out the encouragement of
