One Chance (The Marchetti Men #1)

by Vee Taylor

To those who have been told they weren’t good enough by others. Let this be a reminder that you are. And to those who have tried to tear you down. . . fuck them.

Love was so much more than that. It was being taken home to meet the family, feeling included and accepted. It was the intimacy of the post-coital shower, the tenderness after sex, the stolen kisses. It was curling up with a good book and making love under the covers. Love was compassion and kindness, a sanctuary of safety and security.

“I would sell my soul to the devil to walk this earth with you. I will follow you until the end of time and then I’ll still be there with you after that. I don’t just love you. I love your being.” I spoke softly because saying I love you back wasn’t enough.

“This house is something we may call home, but home is the nights spent together playing footsie and reading books. Home is holding hands in the car and pretending neither of us realizes it. Home is falling in love with you.”