I kissed him some more and rubbed noses with him. I knew myself all too well, and I was falling for this beautiful man already. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was, whether love or something close, since we’d met less than a week earlier, but I knew it was something too deep to ignore. Of course, all the know-it-all mental health professionals I’d gotten stuck dealing with would disagree and call it infatuation or obsession or whatever. I’d had enough of people dictating how I should feel about love because there were no rules.
“I wasn’t confused when I agreed to be yours,” I said. “In fact, I know it even more now that I want to be with you for as long as possible.”
“We’re both deep romantics in a way most people aren’t. We have fairy-tale hearts that get us hurt very easily, and that’s why we need each other. Because we won’t hurt each other the way others will hurt us.”
My heart cracked at the thought of any kind of pain inflicted in him. “Oh, Gary, I would never hurt you.”