Puck Me, One More Time
Just the words.
"And that includes my heart." He reached forward and took my right hand, and then … slowly and deliberately … he placed it against his chest and held it there.
I felt it real deep.
The heartbeat. Steady and present under my palm, and faster than I would have expected from someone who usually carried everything with such composure. The specific, undeniable warmth of it pressing against my fingers.
"I am sure," he said, looking at me, "I am sure that my heart beats only for you."