She had to decide if she told him or not, if she opened her heart more to watch it bleed out all over the fucking floor. Elisabeth dropped her eyes away from him again and shook her head. "I told you I loved you. I meant it. I...love you, Michael. The bat swinging, the cursing, the hair, the history. I didn't care if I found you in a gutter instead of a park. I don't care if our first time was in a Starbucks or a luxury hotel. I fell and...whatever."
Elisabeth flicked her eyes up to gage his reaction, half hiding her face with her hair as a temporary veil. She wasn't crying so much anymore, thank the Gods. It would come later.