“You, and what a real guy is supposed to be like.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Because I was a shy, naïve girl who didn’t want her knight in shining armor to turn into a false prophet in tinfoil.”
“You’re amazing.”
“And you’re not wearing tinfoil.”
In that moment, it all felt right—her, me, us. It was exactly how the fairytale was supposed to go. There weren’t fireworks and rainbows. It wasn’t candy-coated. It was real and raw.
“I love you, Leilani. I think I always have.”
“And ever since I can remember, I have loved you, Maverick.”