A tiny line furrowed Allison’s brow. “But what does that have to do with you and me and why you never asked me out?”
She reached over, taking her hand. “Because, Allie. I knew how I felt about you. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. I loved you when they showed us those horrible s*x-ed films in grade school. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you tomorrow. I love you forever.
“But I didn’t know how you felt about me.” She swallowed and dropped her eyes. “And I was too scared to try to find out. But if I didn’t ask, if I never took the chance, if I didn’t risk having you laugh in my face and tell me you would never, ever see me as a guy you would be interested in dating, or, or, or anything more, then I could pretend that there was still a chance. Oh, I might wu
