“Maybe they’re dancing just for you tonight. For your birthday.” Okay, well. Shit. Fuck. “I . . . I . . .” Tears explode from my eyes, pouring down my face. I launch myself at Jaxon, legs around his waist, clinging to him. His hand moves over my back as he whispers, “Do you like it?” A simple yes would probably suffice. Instead I take his face in my hands and tell him, “You’re my line.” “What?” “The line that marks my before and after. I met you during the worst time in my life, and everything that’s come since you has been so much better. This, Jaxon?” I gesture at a sky I’ve been dreaming of
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