“So you can shift now, but you still haven’t lost that grumpy impossible attitude,” I say, getting up off the floor on shaking legs, but never letting go of Dominic. My husband’s low rumble vibrates through me, steady and real. "Let’s go home," I say softly, no longer afraid of believing in love. I once thought love was a fantasy—something spun only in the pages of a book— beautiful, completely unattainable. But this? This is flesh and blood, unshakable and true. It fills the center of my being, satisfying the deepest, truest part of me. Despite trying to deny my need, it’s just like Rap said.
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