Page 115 of The Tattered Gloves
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“Are you ready?” he asked. “This is going to be a good one.”
I smiled, already feeling my mood lifting slightly.
“I love you, Willow Fairchild.”
My breath caught, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I loved him too.
Maybe I always had, since the very beginning.
But love requires bravery, and up until recently I’d been to scared fight for it.
“I love you too, Sam Shepherd,” I finally answered, smiling from ear to ear.
Life was good.
Life was really good.
