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Aiden Valentine: Flowers die. Everything dies. Caller: I thought this was a romance hotline.
And somewhere out there, Lucie is sitting on her kid’s bed. Talking to me.
“I want goose bumps. I want to be wanted. All this time and I—I haven’t given up. I guess I’m just waiting for it to find me.”
For one night, at least, the both of us a little bit less lonely.
I didn’t think I was talking to a six-foot-something man with perpetual bedhead and a penchant for dentistry innuendo.
“I like that. Thinking that I’m worth paying attention to. Something ordinary made extraordinary by the person you’re sharing it with.”
He’s wearing another sweatshirt tonight. A crewneck that’s worn at the collar. I can see the glint of a gold chain around his neck, but it’s mostly tucked beneath his shirt.
“Ah, Lucie.” Aiden smiles, his fingers fanning out wide against my back. “I’d know you anywhere.”
“Secret swoony boy,”
The couch in her living room was lumpy and too small, but it’s the best sleep I’ve had in my fucking life.
“Fuck it,” I whisper, and I drag her mouth to mine.
We hover there, in the uncertain space of more and maybe.
“Because you said it was your favorite,” I admit. “And I want your favorite to be my favorite.”
He gives me a withering look. “Don’t be cute.” “Then don’t be stupid,” I immediately fire back.
“You’re the only person I want to have fun with. You’re the only person I want anything with. Maybe this started as fun, but now it’s different. Isn’t it?”
and I remember I fell in love with that idiot.
Caught in the in-between of wanting and waiting and wishing.
I want to kiss her when other people are around. I want to hold her hand. I want to have pancakes at her house on Sunday mornings and I want to help with Indiana Jones costumes. I want her people to be my people too.”
I’m thinking about her, about us, about this. About this tiny café across from her house and all the places we almost met. About the right time, the right place, the right moment.
The almosts and the maybes and the what-ifs. The universe lining up for one perfect moment and handing me her. I got so fucking lucky.
