I have no idea if Brixton will say it back though. He could leave me hanging. He could be hiding from his own feelings. He could be too shocked by the reality of how deep our relationship already is and totally freak out.
Suddenly, a memory from the other night surfaced. We were on Brixton's bed at his house. It was late. I snuck over, and we'd just had some mind-blowing se.x. We were facing each other, me wrapped up in Brix's arms.
"I still can't believe you're really mine," he whispered, staring into my eyes. "After all this time... I finally got you. You know I'm never letting you go now, right? Even if you wanted to."
"You can hold on tight," I replied. "Because I never want to go."
"I'm going to make you fall for me," he murmured against my lips.
"Too late," I'd whispered back.
