Page 48 of The No Falling Rule

“I can’t believe you remember I told you about my love for plants,” I whisper, smiling through the first tear that slips down my cheek.

He reaches out, brushing it away with his thumb, his touch tender.

“Of course I remember. I pay attention to what’s important, and you are the most important person in my world.”

A nervous laugh escapes me, but he remains serious. His gaze stays locked on mine, full of quiet certainty.

“I know it might be too soon,” he continues, “but people always saywhen you know, you know. I never believed that—until now.”

He leans in, his lips caressing mine as he whispers, “And I know, Mia Martinez, that you were made for me. I love you.”

My lips part. I knew those words were coming, but hearing them—feelingthem—wrapped in the warmth of his searing kiss, makes my heart soar.

“I love you too, Diego Grosso,” I murmur when we finally come up for air. “I can’t wait to plant my seeds next to yours—to growtogether with you.”

His lips curl into a soft smile. “Growing and loving each other as equal partners, por siempre.”

“Forever,” I echo, tasting the word as it lingers between us—the perfect blend of both our worlds, both our hearts.