Irvin's POV
"You love me?" Davina's voice came out uncertain, barely audible. As if the idea of me loving her was impossible, something I shouldn't even dare to say.
"I do," I replied.
Davina stared at me, then tears started streaming down her face.
Panic shot through me.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
She launched herself at me. I caught her, letting out a soft laugh as I wrapped my arms around her tightly.
"I love you too," she whispered.
We collapsed onto the couch together, holding each other close, letting this new confession sink in.
Time seemed to stop.
Eventually, Davina pulled back slowly, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Her cheeks were still pink, her lips swollen from our kisses. When she looked at me and smiled—that smile that made my chest tight—I felt everything shift.
"Let me take care of you," she said quietly, getting up from the couch.
