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“So, this could be ours?” I ask, unable to fully believe it.
“If you want it.”
He says the sentence so softly in this careful voice, like he’d give up this dream if I weren’t all in.
“I want it, Trevor. I want the whole picture. I’d live anywhere with you. But this—this is perfect.”
Trevor takes my face in his hands. He looks in my eyes and then he leans in and kisses me.
When he pulls back, he places his palm on my cheek. “You’re perfect, Lex.”
“I’m totally not perfect. Not even close.”
“You’re perfect for me.”
