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Blood rushes through my ears as her lips part. Long brown hair trails down and over her back, resting along her waist. The color matches her eyes, and despite how common the color is, I find I’m hypnotized.
A hopeless romantic trapped in a romance-less world.
Layla has always said she wants a love that’s written in the stars. One that’s organic and fun and all-consuming, and all she’s ever experienced in her life so far is bluh.
“I still don’t like this. No gentlemen would do this.” “Actually, lots of—” “Books don’t count, Layla,” my mom cuts in. “They should,” she mutters.
This man and his words. They’re going to be my undoing.
“You’re sleeping on the floor.” “The fuck I am.” Her eyes widen, and I can practically see the smoke coming out of her ears. “And why not?” She stomps her foot. Actually stomps her foot. “Because I’m not that much of a gentleman, and something tells me you don’t actually want me on the floor.”
“Why didn’t you leave?” His arms tighten around me. “Because you’re my other half. I wouldn’t be whole without you.”
Only ten months and six days until I have my best friend back…not that I’m counting or anything…
Blowing out a breath, I tear my gaze from my two favorites and look down at the letter with my mom’s handwriting. When you’re ready to love.
You are a lover, a romantic, and a fighter.
“Because you’re the blazing fire that rekindled life within my heart, and I never want your flame to be extinguished.”
