“I love you so f*****g much, Imani Abara.”
The words replayed over and over in my head as I stared at João, who poured his entire soul out to me. My heart was beating so quickly that I thought it would burst out of my freaking chest. I rested my hands on his muscular shoulders.
Was he saying this because he was hurt? Or did he really mean it?
He was hurting so badly right now, and I didn’t want him to hurt more. I refused to let him hurt more. It was so painful to see someone whose strength I admired—even if I had never said it aloud before—look so defeated and destroyed emotionally.
refused I wasn’t going to fight with him. I wasn’t going to b***h him out for hurting me.
“I love you too,” I whispered. I tucked some dark hair behind his ear and curled my lips into a smile. “You don’t
