The words broke the dam holding back his tears. Stacy wiped at his eyes roughly, determined not to cry. Because… “Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut, and more tears escaped. I love you.“Why—” His breath hitched and he had to try again. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
With a short, bitter laugh, Ange asked, “You didn’t know?”
Stacy rubbed his eyes with the sleeves of his shirt, scrubbing hard to keep from crying. “If you’d said something sooner…”