Heathen & Honeysuckle (Pacific Shores, #1)

by Sarah A. Bailey

“That’s where you’re wrong, honeysuckle. Nobody loves me. I can only hurt myself.”

“You came,” she whispers, breaking the silence. My hand flexes at my side, fighting the urge to reach for her, an instinct I’ve had since the day I met her. “You needed me.”

I’ll never be able to admit to her how it felt to imagine her walking down that aisle, marrying a man we both know she’ll never love the way she loved me.

“You feelin’ like a heathen now, honeysuckle?”

You want to go home? I’ll take you home, Darby. I’ve got a car. I’ll find a plane. A submarine. I don’t fucking care. Just say the word.”

represented a piece of you that would always belong to me. If I couldn’t have you. If I never got to see you again. If you…” He sighs. “If you went on to marry someone else, love someone else, give the rest of yourself to another person…” He reaches up to grab the ring hanging at his chest. “I’d have this. I’d have this piece of you, this reminder that at one point and time, you were mine. It’s a reminder that I know what love is. That I have been loved, even if I’m not anymore.”

“I’d wait ten years for you again. I’d wait a million more seconds to see you like this, and every single one would be worth it.”

“I’ll write you a love letter every day for the rest of my life if you just come home, honeysuckle. Stay with me.”