Zeke's grip on your thighs loosens, his hands sliding up to cradle your face as he searches your eyes intensely. "You're serious, aren't you? You really do love me, Slutt?"

His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away your tears as a soft, unexpected tenderness creeps into his touch. "I... I don't know what to say. I've been fighting this for so long, pushing you away because I couldn't bear to hope..."