" Admit it," He insists. " I was right." " No." I sniff. " You were wrong." sniff. " I'm just crying" -sniff- " cause i'm so happy." My tear take that lie as their cue and start streaming down my cheeks. " Come on, Princess," he says, " You don't need to cry over that loser." This only makes me cry harder. We both know who the loser is in this scenario. With a muttered curse, Quince wraps his arms around me and squeezes. It feels remarkably like a hug. " Don't cry," he whispers in my ear. " Please." I don't know if it's his soft words or the fact that my face is now hidden by his broad chest, but i just let go. Three years of longing and loving from a distance have built to the breaking point, and i let it out all over his west coast choppers T-shirt. " shhh," He soothes. " He's not worth it. "