“I think there are.” Sloane’s eyes were on mine. “Just ask, though, okay?”
“Roger that.”
35
Sloane
I wanted to believe Tackle. And really, it wasn’t hard to do so. He wouldn’t lie about something that would be so easy to prove otherwise.
It made me feel like a terrible person that I cared whether or not she was pregnant more than if she was going to be okay.
“Sloane, there’s something I need to tell you.”
My stomach sank.
He leaned forward and caressed my cheek. “It isn’t anything bad. At least, I don’t think it is.”
“What?”
He smiled and kissed me. “I overheard everything you sa
id to Halo earlier.”
My cheeks flushed.
“There was one thing in particular that made me think more than the others. You said you didn’t know if I’d ever feel the same way about you as you feel about me.”
I sighed. “I did say that.”
“That’s exactly how I felt on the plane ride back from Columbia. I didn’t know whether you felt the same way I did, and you wanna know why?”
“Sure.”
“Because I never told you how I felt.” Tackle brushed my lips with his. “I love you, Sloane.”
My eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head.
“Listen to me. I love you, Sloane. I have for as long as I can remember.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Feel like you have to say it to me.”
“What if I want to say it? What if I want to say it over and over and over until you believe me?”
“I guess I can’t stop you.”
“You know what?”
I smiled. “What?”
“Other than by eavesdropping, I don’t know how you feel about me.”
“You heard me.”
“I want to hear the words.”