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He had intense eyes that were busy scanning the crowd of adoring women clustered around the front of the stage. His light, sandy-brown hair was a thick, wild mess. It was longer on the top with shorter, shaggy
layers all the way around,
“I know there’s something here. . . . I know you want more. Tell me . . . and it’s yours.”
“I’m in love with you,” he whispered, searching my eyes. He looked very pale and very scared, and a little . . . hopeful.
“I’m so in love with you, Kiera. I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I say awful things to you. I’m sorry I lied about your sister. . . . I never touched her. I promised you I wouldn’t. I couldn’t let you know . . . how much I adore you . . . how much you hurt me.”
“I love you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. The women . . . I was so scared to touch you. You didn’t want me. . . . I couldn’t take the pain. I tried to get over you. Every time with them, I was with you. I’m so sorry. . . . I love you.”
“Forgive me . . . please. I tried to forget you. It didn’t work. . . . I just wanted you more. God, I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. Every girl is you to me. You’re all I see . . . you’re all I want. I want you so much. I want you forever. Forgive me. . . . I love you so much.”
“God, I love you. I need you. Forgive me. Stay with me. Say you need me too. . . . Say you want me too. Please . . . be mine.”
“I want to be someone’s everything. I want fire and passion, and love that’s returned, equally. I want to be someone’s heart.”
My breath picked up and then nearly stopped at his next words. “You’re . . . the only woman I’ve ever loved . . . ever. You thought I’d toss that out? Do you really think anyone in this world compares to you in my eyes?”
“Do you still love me?”
“You would never believe how much.”
The love we felt for each other, while definitely never planned or expected, as I suppose most love isn’t, had irrevocably seared us both . . . to the core. It wouldn’t fade. It wouldn’t shift to another. It probably wouldn’t always be easy . . . but it would always be . . . always. And as sleep drifted over me, true peace followed right behind it.
