Chapter 91
Nolan
God, how embarrassing.
Now that he's brought it up, the memory of me under that tree—sweaty, sunburnt, hopelessly lovesick—is flashing in my head like an old movie reel.
"You've liked me that long?" he asks softly, almost disbelieving.
"Unfortunately," I say, and then let a small grin break through, "and simultaneously fortunately."
His mouth falls open a little. He doesn't quite know what to do with the information, and I can see it in the way his fingers twitch against my shirt.
"I'm sorry," he blurts out. "Throughout the years I've probably unintentionally hurt you and your feelings and—"
I don't let him finish.
"Seriously, Ciel. Again with the apologies?" I shake my head, brushing my thumb across his jaw.
"As agonizing as it was being in love with you, I loved it too. I loved loving you. Seeing you smile because of me, keeping you safe, just being around you… it fits, you know? What I said back then about the sun."
