Wow. It was so, so much better when the girl said it first. Not that Sam was afraid to say it, he wasn't. It was just sort of a thing with him, a fear that once he said it Cassie would lose interest somehow. She could have any guy she wanted, so sometimes it freaked him out that she wanted him. Having her say that she loved him though was more comforting than he realized it would be. Insecurities he thought he had dealt with were suddenly reassured.

"I do. I love you, Casandra Sandsmark. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life which includes, but is not limited to, everything ever. I love the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, I love how you think it's so romantic and not cheesy when I'm trying to be romantic. I love how you look first thing in the morning, when you're blinking your eyes and just waking up and you look so perfectly content and kind of confused. I love how you hit me hard in the arm when I tease you. I even love how you snore, because it sometimes wakes me up and gives me an excuse to watch you sleep which is sort of creepy but I don't care. I love you."