First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

“How do you love her when you’re scared?”

“It was never a choice, Aiden. I was always going to love your mom. And I would never have chosen different, even with everything we’ve endured together. It makes it better, doesn’t it? To know how temporary it all is. To know how special. Love isn’t”—he sighs, a deep, rumbling sound—“love isn’t always sunshine and daisies. Sometimes it’s hospital beds and shaved heads. But I wouldn’t trade any of it. Because all of it is with her.”

I don’t want the right thing. Lucie has only ever wanted the real thing.

Aiden: I can’t stop thinking about you. Aiden: Fuck, Lucie. I think I could let myself love you too.

I want her people to be my people too.”

“I’m sorry about this week. I wanted to take the time to find the right words to say. I wanted to get it right.” “I don’t need the right words. I just need your words.” I grip his sweatshirt. “Don’t make me wait like that again. Tell me where you are, even if it’s not perfect.”