The room was silent save for our breathing and my heart thumping in my ears.
All that worry about this all being fake, for nothing. His vows sounded sincere because he was sincere. Emmett wanted me the way I wanted him. I could kick myself, for keeping it a secret. What if I had never blurted out that I loved him?
At one point, I got up to use the washroom, and when I returned to bed, Emmett was looking at his phone with a funny expression on his face.
“What is it?”
He shook his head and put the phone down. “Nothing. Come back to bed.”
I settled in with my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“I love you.” He kissed my temple. “I mean it.”
I nodded and turned my head to catch his mouth. “I love you, and I mean it too.”
27
Avery
Monday morning, I sat in the kitchen
