“You said that you’ve tried to be perfect for twenty years?” “Yeah,” I murmur. “Well, I’ve done it for twice that long,” he says. “And the last few years, I’ve been failing in every possible way. I suspect I’ll fail with you, sweetheart, and that pains me more than I can say. But I’ll handle it. Because stopping this…” He kisses me, his lips brushing over mine in the faintest of touches. “It would kill me. You’ve become my happiness, Isabel.” I slide my hands up to his neck. “Then don’t stop.” “Don’t leave,” he murmurs against my lips. His voice sounds hoarse. “Promise me you won’t without
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