“Okay, babe.”
I rose up on an elbow and peered into his eyes. “You gave in too easily. What were you going to say?”
“I….” He fiddled with the blanket that covered him to his waist, pleating it, smoothing it, and then pleating it again. “I… uh… know it isn’t likely I’m your ‘one,’ but I love you.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. I’d felt that way about him for some time, and I was certain he cared about me, but I’d thought I would have to wait before he mentioned the L word, if he ever did
“Uh... Quinn?” Mark wasn’t a coward. He met my eyes, even though I could see he didn’t expect a positive response.
“Mark, did you hit your head when you lost consciousness?” I cradled his cheeks between my palms and kissed him softly. “Why wouldn’t it be likely? I’ve been telling you for the past week I love you.”
“You have? No you haven’t. I’d remember something like that.”
“Obviously, you weren’t paying attention. I love you too, Mark. Forever, remember?”