In-Love with More than One
His crystal gaze meets mine, and his eyes dip to my mouth as his expression shifts to something softer.
Sweeter.
“I think I love you, you know,” he says quietly.
My lips turn up in the corner just the slightest. “I know,” I whisper, because it’s true. I think I’ve known Tripp’s loved me since that day at the grocery store. At the zoo. I felt it then, and it’s never changed. This feeling I have when I’m with him. When I look at him.
“I think I might love you too,” I whisper.