Then he leaned in, just enough that his forehead rested against mine. The warmth of him, the closeness, stole my breath.“I love you too, Ari,” he whispered, voice rough, breaking at the edges. “I’ve loved you longer than I know how to explain. And I thought I could bury it, hide it, let it go… but every time I tried, I just found myself coming back to you. Every time.”Tears pricked hot in my eyes, but his thumb caught one before it could fall. He smiled, small and aching, like he’d been waiting years to finally let this truth out.“I don’t care if it’s messy,” he said, his voice steadier now. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I just—” His words faltered, and instead he closed the gap between us. His lips brushed mine, feather-light, a kiss that wasn’t hunger or urgency but a promise. A confession.The world tilted, melted, disappeared.And when he finally pulled back, his forehead still resting against mine, he whispered it again, so low I almost thought I imagined it.“I love
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