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“The first time you touched me, I knew I was born to be yours.”
I understand needing to be a responsible adult . . . but seriously. Every day? Like every single day? That seems a bit excessive.
She needs air to fill her lungs and books to fill her soul.
“I don’t believe in nice guys, Leo.” Lennox slaps her small hand over my mouth, and I blow another raspberry against her palm before answering her mother. “Guess I’m going to have to change your mind.”
“One day, you’ll believe I’m a good guy, Adelaide.” My thumb skims the apple of her cheek, soft and delicate and pinking under my touch. “And then what?” she whispers. I bring my face within an inch of hers. “And then I’m going to kiss you.”
“I don’t want to be your hero, Addie.” I lay her gently down on her bed and tug the blankets back. She looks at me so confused, it’s adorable. “I want to be your everything.” I pull the covers over her and run a hand over her face. “But you’re gonna have to let me in for that, sweetheart.”
Do you want to know why storms have been named after women for over seventy years? Threaten my children and find out.
