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“It’s just so fucking uncomfortable here now. It’s like I’m in a fishbowl and everyone in town is watching me, wondering when I’m about to snap. When she wasn’t here, it was easier. Yeah, I still was a miserable fuck, but at least I didn’t have to worry about running into her. Now, I feel like I can’t make it two steps without panicking that I’m going to cross paths with her.”
“Love has never been an issue for me. I’ll love her until the day I die.”
“Oh, okay, yeah . . . good idea. After a week of fighting, let me just tell her I’m still in love with her and throw down the fact that I bought the manor with the sole purpose of making sure no one else took the house, and my memories of her, away.”
I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but . . . I’m going to get Harper back. Fuck the past. Fuck this curse. I’m going to make Harper my forever girl again.
I want her in my arms, in my bed, my mouth on hers, my cock buried so far inside her that there’s no doubt she’s mine forever. “Love me,” I plead. “Fuck, Harper, just fucking love me.”
I like to believe that some people hold the beat of another human’s heart in theirs, and they spend their entire lives searching for the owner.
Tears prickle at my eyes as my lip trembles. “He’s . . . he’s all I want in life. Shouldn’t I want more?” My dad shakes his head. “No, sweetie, because to you, he’s happiness, and that’s really what we should all strive for in life: happiness.”
You were searching for your home, and when it comes to you and me, our home isn’t a location or a building; it’s the place we hold in someone’s heart.”
Rogan: So, what are you doing tonight? Harper: Was thinking about staying in, watching a movie, maybe having some lobster bisque. Rogan: Orrrrrr . . . you can come to my house, strip down to nothing and sit on my lap.
“Hell, Harper.” I breathe out, pressing another kiss against her lips. “I missed you.” “It was a day.” She chuckles. “One day too long.” And that’s the goddamn truth. If I wasn’t so terrified of scaring her away, I would ask her to move into my house right now, but I have to take my time with her. There is no way in hell I’m screwing this up again.
Seven whole years apart . . . they were painful, but I don’t think we could ever have gotten to where we are today without them. I know I wouldn’t have had the drive to make a better life, and Harper may never have realized where she belongs: right next to me, our hearts beating as one.
