on. “I thought I did, during those first few months. But it wasn’t love. It was something to fill the space. Your space.” His big hand curls around the back of my neck. “That’s because you never should have been his.” Butterflies explode in my stomach. “And why’s that?” “Because you’re mine,” he says gruffly, and my heart tumbles. “And I’m the fucking fool who let you go.”
