"No," he blurts quickly. "I saved you because I love you. Because you're mine and that baby is mine. I will protect what's mine, and I'll kill whoever steps in front of that."
He loves me? I want to respond, but I can't. I'm in shock, and I want to be sure I truly love Landon when I say it. I don't want to think I love him, or might love him. I want to know that the ache in my chest and the lust in my body is because I undeniably love him.
"Let's feed you. I know you haven't eaten." He grabs my hand and pulls me from the pee sticks on the counter. It doesn't seem to bother him that I didn't say ‘I love you' back, which is a relief. I can't dive into that right now.
"I'm not hungry, really," I protest, trying to head back toward the bed. He turns his face hard, his jaw defined in tension.