“I knew you’d be perfect for him.” The whisper brushes my collarbone. My gut churns. As much as Axel is a gorgeously haunted man who I could see myself connecting with on a deep level, there’s something similar within Garrett. We stand in our embrace for a while. Long enough for the small voice in the back of my head to grow from an equally tentative whisper to a shout, overpowering all common sense. Maybe I want to be perfect for you, too.
