I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. Is this okay? I whisper. Are you okay?His reply is anguished. Honest. I love you.
I pull away, struggling to breathe and feeling overwhelmed. I can see that his breathing is uneven, so I gently place my hands on his cheeks to anchor him and check if he's alright. I softly ask if it's okay and if he's feeling okay, worried about his well-being. His response is filled with emotional pain, showing honesty and vulnerability.
He deeply confesses his feelings, saying, "I love you," which reveals...