Leo

by Mia Sheridan

Our kiss is blissful oblivion. It's too much and not nearly enough.

"It will only ever be you, Evie."

"Doesn't the norm dictate that you were supposed to kiss me after our date?" I ask, smiling up at him. "Couldn't wait." He winks. "It was either kiss you, or go insane."

Lol aw

Then he leans over and turns my head toward him with one finger on my jaw and kisses me sweetly on the lips.

Regardless of how we got there, all any of us can do is move forward from where we are.”

A minute or two later, I get the naughty idea to surprise him, but when I try the door, it's locked. I frown slightly. Okay

Hmm

"Christ. Evie. I'm sorry. I had a couple friends from the office back here for after dinner drinks, and I think my co-worker's wife must have answered my phone. I got in the shower because I had an early meeting this morning and I was trying to give them the hint to leave.

Hmmm

I follow Jake and my heart once again. But hoping deep inside, that that doesn’t make me a fool.

Hmmmm

I stand still, looking at Jake's angry face. That expression . . .

Hmmmm

He'll never love anyone except her. If you think you love him, you should know he's just trying to turn you into her. I've seen him do it again and again. He takes a poor little mouse, uses her, gives her nice things, makes her think he has real feelings for her, and then throws her away when it becomes obvious that she's not her. You'll never be enough for him, Evie. It's not you he really wants."

Huhhhhh

"He's Leo, Nic. That story he told me about Leo dying in a car accident isn't true. Because he's Leo." I frown. "But he's Jake, too. I don't understand it."

Knew it

'Looking at the past can be painful, but you can either run from it, numb it, or learn from it.'

Mhm

You took my breath away and I hadn't even gotten near you yet.

I will prove to you that forever is not just a word, not just a measurement of unending time, but that forever is a place where I will treasure your heart.

Gahhhhh <333333

Everyone tells a story about who they are in their own head. That story defines you, dictating all your actions and all your mistakes. If your own story is filled with guilt and fear and self-hatred, life can look pretty miserable. But, if you're very lucky, you might have a person who tells you a better story, one that takes up residence in your soul, speaking louder than the woeful tale of which you've convinced yourself. If you let it speak loudly within your heart, it becomes your passion and your purpose. And this is a good thing, the best of things. Because it is the very definition of love, nothing less.