Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.

You could make me say it again," he whispered. "Make me say it always. Make me say it so often that you never have cause to doubt. I love you.