Always Only You (Bergman Brothers, #2)

by Chloe Liese

I feel a rare smile lift my cheeks. “I have heard rumors that you’re a closeted Shakespeare dork, Bergman.” “They got it all wrong.” He straightens and smiles. “There’s nothing closeted about it.”

“Between the guys on the team and Shakespeare Club,

Shakespeare Club? That’s it- I’m in love with this one

I know I sure as hell would enjoy trying. Teasing, adoring, and savoring this romantic, kind, gentlemanly, nerdy, hotter-than-sin—

“That woman, Frankie,” he says. “It’s you.”

“As if I’d want anyone else if I had you.”

“Do your brothers and sisters know why your jersey number is seven?” His whole body stiffens. I watch his throat work as he swallows. “I just like the number seven.” “Bullshit, Zenzero. It’s for your family. Seven siblings, isn’t it?”

A fierce surge of worry and protectiveness blasts through me. I want to wrap her up and kiss it all better. I want to take everything inside her that hurts and put it in my body. I’m big. Solid. Someone like me should have this, not someone like Frankie. It’s unfair. Patently unfair.

I’m mildly terrified Frankie’s going to break my heart before she even realizes it’s hers to shatter.

I’m saving that fortune paper for a day in the future. One involving a sparkly ring and me hiving with anxiety.

“You have my heart, Søren Bergman,” she whispers against my neck. “Please, please be careful with it.”

‘Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.’

‘Love is not love,’ ” she blurts, wiping rain from her eyes and blinking up at me. “ ‘Which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no! It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.’ ”

“It was always only you.”

“Francesca?” “Yes, Søren.” “I love you. Always.” “Always,”

Thank you for loving me, for wanting me.” “You did it first,” I whisper, blinking back tears. “Seems like the least I could do.”