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When you find the book that changes the tempo of your heart, dance to that rhythm. Never let it go.
His blond hair is styled to perfection, longish on top, trim around the sides. His fair complexion, chiseled jawline, full lips, and stern brow work together to form a compelling scowl.
the potency of Trace’s gaze hijacks my traitorous libido. He stares at me as if he just staked his claim,
“You’re not going to see that schmuck again.” His silken voice kisses down my spine.
“You, my tiny dancer, are an erotic dream dipped in the sweetest honey. A man only needs to look at you to become fiercely protective of your smile.”
He gives me more than a smile. The look that follows marks the before and after in my life. The air ceases to exist, and the only thing between us is the anticipation of what is coming. In that flicker of time, with something as inconceivable as a look, he claims me, owns me, and ruins me for all others. It’s a look so defining it puts quotation marks around mine, his, us, and forever.
“Are you married?”
“I will be.” Resting a leather-sleeved forearm on the gas tank, he leans in. “Does five o’clock tonight work for you?”
I sip the coffee and hum. “Is that...
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“It’s a foregone conclusion.” He rubs his jaw with a gloved hand. “I always wondered ...
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“You wondered what I would ...
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“My for...
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He kisses like his mission in life is to devour every breath I take and give it back with an infusion of love.
“My life began the day we met. There is no before. Only you.”
an optimist laughs to forget, and a pessimist forgets to laugh?”
“See you tomorrow night, my tiny dancer.”
Because love doesn’t end with death. It doesn’t shrivel and disintegrate with the ashes. It hovers, follows, haunts the living.
“There’s my girl.”
Love isn’t a choice. Nor is life. We connect, or we don’t connect. We live, and we die. There is no forever. The real fight is in making the best of it, making a difference, and appreciating the small glimmers of happiness.
“Love isn’t a choice, you know.” I finger the fabric of the wedding dress. “You can’t control it. It just…happens, and you better hold on for dear life, because you never know when you’ll lose it.”
Love means different things for different people. For me, love is when his happiness is vital to my own.
