Dane
You're enough.
The words echoed in Dane's chest in a way that stopped him cold. She kept talking, kept telling him things that he guessed were probably pretty important, but as he watched Lila's lips move, her kind eyes fixed on him, only a few things landed in his head and stuck. But he'd spent the night taking them out and looking at them, examining them. In one breath hating himself for the emotion that welled up when he did, and in another marveling at what she'd said and that it . . . filled him.
You shine.
He'd tried to remember whether he'd ever heard something like that before. Whether anyone had ever told him that. And damned if he couldn't. Not even his mother. Dane huffed. Especially not his mother.
