“You’re my favorite everything.”
He said it like a fact.
Like gravity.
Like nothing in the world could ever change his mind.

“Everything?” I asked, one eyebrow lifted—half teasing, half terrified I already knew the answer.

He didn’t hesitate.
“Yes, June. Everything.”

Something in my chest tripped.
And I let out a giggle far too loud for how serious the moment suddenly felt.