That night I lay next to Chase, looking at his back turned toward me, and suddenly realized we both had character flaws.
His parents were too strict growing up, which made him insecure.
In high school he rebelled and went against the grain by studying performance.
Meanwhile my parents spoiled me, so I never learned how to express my emotions properly.
Thinking about it, I don't think I'd ever told Chase I loved him.
No wonder he was anxious.
Poor guy.
Maybe I should try saying it tomorrow?
I moved my lips experimentally and found those words incredibly hard to say out loud.
Looking at Chase's sleeping back, I thought maybe I should practice now?
Might as well.
I quietly turned over, propped myself up, leaned close to Chase's ear, and awkwardly said, "I love you."
Chase's body visibly tensed.
I was surprised. Before I could lie back down, Chase suddenly sat up and pinned me beneath him.
I thought he was going to kiss me senseless again, but instead he pressed his face into my shoulder and went still.
After a long time, I felt wetness.
Chase's voice was hoarse. "Will you always love me?"
I nodded. "Yes."
Chase: "Forever?"
Me: "Yes. Forever."