EMBER’S POV
“You’re insane,” I manage, wiping my eyes.
“For you. Comprehensively.” He pulls me back in against his chest, and I go, easy this time, no bracing left in me. “I love you. I should have said it before the candles and the heart attack. I love you, Ember. More than my own life. More than my own sense, clearly.”
“I love you too.” I tuck my face into his neck. Then, because I can’t help it: “A little less than you love me, though.”
He goes still. “Excuse me?”
“It’s just math. You said more than your own life. I love you a normal, healthy amount. Possibly slightly above average.”
“Slightly above—” He pulls back, genuinely affronted, and it’s so funny on his terrifying face that I start laughing again. “I orchestrated a heart attack and a hundred candles and got Marjorie to lie
