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One, Dante was going to be my fiancé. Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
Christ. If she waffled any harder, she’d have a prime spot on Sarabeth’s brunch menu, syrup and all.
Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.
I’d never told anyone about the diner, but since she shared about the dumpling shop, I felt compelled to reciprocate. The kiss really had fucked with my head.
The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries.
“Next time you want to mark your ‘territory,’ you might as well urinate in a circle around me,” Vivian said after Kai left. “It’ll be more subtle.”
She wasn’t my wife yet, but she was mine.
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
“What great advice,” she said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. You should start a Dear Dante column in the local newspaper.”
If I loved you as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.”
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...”
“Does this feel like business?” No, it didn’t. It felt like hope. It felt like desire. It felt like ruin and salvation all in one.
Six months of pent-up frustration, lust, anger, and everything in between, all unleashed in one night. I wouldn’t know the aftermath until morning. But I knew there was no going back to the way things used to be.
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
“This isn’t an Italian restaurant, Vivian. They’re known for their lamb. Why don’t you get that instead?” Because she doesn’t like lamb, you fucker.
Like I said, I’d been to Paris many times. But this was the first time I was actually falling in love in the City of Love.
She looked so beautiful I almost couldn’t believe she was real.
“I love you, Vivian. More than I could ever hate your father. And more than I ever thought I was capable of.”
She hadn’t moved the rest of her belongings yet. I knew it was because she’d been busy with the Legacy Ball, but I took it as a sign they were already where they—and she—belonged. With me.
There was nothing I wouldn’t give Vivian if she asked.
Vivian once told me about a Chinese proverb that said an invisible thread connected those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. I felt the phantom tug of that thread now, stretching between us and vibrating with the promise of something only fate could deliver.
She was my wife, my partner, my guiding star.
