From Lukov with Love

There was a pause. “I’m a catch.”

“A catch and release.”

You’re not ever going to be anyone else’s partner. Not while I’m alive, Meatball. I will drag your stubborn, beautiful ass kicking and screaming back to me because nobody else will ever be good enough for you

It had only taken me years to figure out I could make everything work with the right person.

It was his trustful smile. The one he shared with me. It was mine.

“Because I’m okay with you having ten other people be your favorite. But you’re always going to be my favorite person,” he finished. “Always. No matter what.”

“You’re not ever going to be anyone else’s partner. Not while I’m alive,

“I love you so fucking much, Jasmine, that if I broke my ankle during a program, I would get up and finish it for you, to get you what you’ve always wanted.”

“I love you so much, if I can’t skate with you, I don’t want to skate with anyone else.”

“I love you so much I spend all day with you, and it still isn’t enough for me,” he kept going.

I looked at him, watching as he tipped his head closer to mine and said, “And I love you.”