“You’re pretty hard not to love.” He paused and cleared his throat. “Really hard not to love.” My eyes drifted shut. I tried to settle the thumping of my heart before I spoke. “Lucky you don’t love me.” He didn’t say anything, just reached over, took my hand, squeezed once, and never let go. Blake.”

“You’re pretty hard not to love.” He paused and cleared his throat. “Really hard not to love.” My eyes drifted shut. I tried to settle the thumping of my heart before I spoke. “Lucky you don’t love me.” He didn’t say anything, just reached over, took my hand, squeezed once, and never let go. Blake.”

— Jay McLean