Chapter 8

VICKY’S POV

I froze.

My heart was still stutterin’ in my chest when his forehead came down against mine, his breath warm and shaky, like he’d been holdin’ it in for weeks.

“I love you, Vicky,” he said again, quieter this time, like sayin’ it too loud might scare me off.

“And I don’t wanna ever l...

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