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I’d loved West Haven so much I couldn’t see straight. So much I would have given up anything and everything to be at his side.
Collisions on crossroads. West and I were nothing but collisions on crossroads.
Kissing Indya was as natural as breathing. It should be. I’d been kissing her since I was a kid.
That was how it had always been between us. We belonged to each other. Even when we didn’t.
I’d loved West Haven for what felt like my entire life. Even though I’d never said the words. Even though I’d never made him a promise. Even though I’d married another man. West was mine. Even though he wasn’t.
My clothes were stowed in the dresser’s drawers. My shoes were in the closet. And my patience was hanging on by a thread.
Blaine planted his hands on his hips. “Are you on your period?” My jaw dropped, and I saw red. “Are you on yours?”
I loved her. I fucking loved that woman. I’d loved her my whole damn life.
“I bought it for you. I came for you. I have loved you since I was eight years old.”
I stopped myself before I could say sorry. I wasn’t sorry. Not a bit. I loved him. I loved him enough to sacrifice a year and give up fifty million dollars.
“I have loved you since I was ten. Since you left a paper airplane and flowers in my fort. I love you. I have always loved you.”