"I love you." Rafe interrupted softly, gazing into my eyes. "I love you for singing with me. I love you for overcoming your fear. I love you for not leaving the beach when it was freezing, for listening, for talking, for fighting, for trying, for giving me your all, for trusting me."
"I love you for being honest with me." I said.
"I'm hearing love. Are you hearing love?"
I couldn't say anything.
"Marry me, Aubrey." My eyes snapped up to his. "I'm serious. Marry me."
I turned, ready to leave, wanting to leave, hating his trump card. A last ditch effort to hang on to something that needed to be done away with.
"We don't work, Rafe."
"You're not a little girl." He whispered gently. "You aren't naive enough to believe that love doesn't claim baggage. We all have baggage. We come with it part and parcel, things we carry along, things we downsize and improve on. Things we change and exchange. Come on, Aubrey. We were made for each other. You can feel it. I can feel it."