EMBER’S POV

“You’re insane,” I manage, wiping my eyes.

“For you. Comprehensively.” He pulls me back in against his chest, and I go, easy this time, no bracing left in me. “I love you. I should have said it before the candles and the heart attack. I love you, Ember. More than my own life. More than my own sense, clearly.”

“I love you too.” I tuck my face into his neck. Then, because I can’t help it: “A little less than you love me, though.”

He goes still. “Excuse me?”

“It’s just math. You said more than your own life. I love you a normal, healthy amount. Possibly slightly...