Lina's POV
In the elevator ride up, I'd blurted out the question that had been eating at me:
"Do you love me because of some childhood obsession? Or is this real? Is this actual love?"
God, I'd really asked him that. Out loud.
*We had to know,* Aurora said defensively.
"We could have phrased it better," I thought back.
I'd never been the type to daydream about romance or believe in fairy tales. I was twenty-two years old, for crying out loud. Way past the age of girlish fantasies.
But I still wanted to believe in real love. Pure love.
How pathetic was that?
"I..." I started, then stopped. My throat felt tight. "I needed to know if what we have is genuine. Or if I'm just some obligation you feel responsible for."
*Tell him how scared you are,* Aurora urged. *
