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Sure, one hundred twenty-plus minutes is not much time in the grand scheme of life, but when the person you’re waiting for doesn’t show, it’s a painful eternity of disillusionment.
The twenty-four-year-old guy who dazzled me when I gave him my virginity a decade ago has nothing on this man in front of me.
He’s as beautiful as heartbreak. With cheekbones carved by the masters, eyes the color of topaz, and hair that’s now shoulder-length, he’s somehow impossibly sexier. My fingers itch to touch those dark strands. My skin sizzles as images of him moving over me flicker fast before my eyes.
He doesn’t recognize me, and I honestly don’t look that different than I did ten years ago. Which means…he doesn’t remember me.
“I’m a big girl. I moved on. I’ve had some good experiences and some bad experiences. I’m not complaining, but what I’d really like is to have just one amazing experience with someone that lasts a lifetime. Is that possible anymore in this day and age?”
“Beauty fades. Tell me about her.”
“Gabriel, when I said there was something I needed to tell you, it’s this—you were right. You’ve met me before.” The fact that she went first thrills me. “I know,” I whisper, and she shivers as my breath ghosts over her neck. “You’re my Penelope.” “I am.” Her voice is filled with the same sort of hope that courses through me. I can’t help myself. I press my lips to her neck in the softest, barely there kiss. She trembles, and that’s all I need to know. “I’m Penny Jones.”
Love isn’t all or nothing. It’s a million variations, and some days are better than others. Some are luminous, and others are muted, but none of them mean the end.
“Weirdly, I like your jealous side. Well, some of it,” I amend. He laughs. “Which part?” I angle my body closer to his. “The part that makes you want me all to yourself.” “But that’s all of me,”
“Let’s get it right for always. Forever. Will you marry me?” Tears fall from her eyes, and she drops to her knees, too, wrapping her arms around me. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“I always hoped somehow I’d see you again,” I tell him through my tears. “My love, you’re going to do more than see me. You’ll see me every day now.” “That sounds like fate to me.” Yes, some things were meant to be.
