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“You’re wrong,”
“I’ll show you how wrong you are.”
AHHHHHHH !!!!
“Like father, like son.”
well fuck
He turned the only girl I’ve ever wanted into the only girl I can never have.
“I bought it because you used to tell me that your mom smelled like desserts. I know my birthday is the same day she…” She swallows, glances up at me. “Well, you know. I wanted to give you a reminder of her every June first—a happy reminder. A sweet memory hidden in the sadness.”
I’m hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you, June Bailey. The desperate, aching kind of love. The kind there’s no coming back from. The kind there’s no way out of. The kind that’s going to be the death of me one day. I fall more in love with June than I ever thought possible as we clutch each other in a moonlit graveyard on her eighteenth birthday, with my mother on my mind and the scent of sweet desserts dancing in the air.
“You’re not responsible for the way others react to what you need to do to get better.”
“I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but the thought of another man putting his hands on you makes me borderline murderous.”
oh dear fucking god
“You ruined me the day you met me, Brant Elliott. I was born yours.”
Do you want to know exactly what’s hiding in that light at the end of the tunnel? Well, I’ll tell you. That’s your legs working again after months of physical therapy. That’s the medication readjusting the chemicals in your brain after you took a razor to your wrist. That’s the bronze AA chip after a year of painful sobriety. That’s the warm tickle in your stomach when you find love again after a messy divorce. That’s forgiveness after you’ve hit rock bottom. That light shines differently for everyone, but at the end of the day, it all amounts to the same thing. It’s the better version of
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“You…you haven’t been with anyone else? In two years?” “No.” “But you’re…” “What? A man?” He peppers kisses down my jaw and nibbles my neck, his fingers raking through my hair as our bodies slap and grind together. “And men have needs?” I nod, tilting my head to the side to give him better access. “I’m your man, June. And the only thing I’ve ever needed is you.” Kissing and biting his way up the side of my throat, he nips my earlobe and says, “Never underestimate a man willing to wait forever for the woman he loves.”
