That Forever Girl (Getting Lucky, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

Sometimes memories are what you need to remind you who you are and where you come from.

When you’re with her, do you think of me? I picture us dancing one day, the chandeliers glittering above us in our ballroom. A dog, that backyard needs a dog. When are we going to have the life we always dreamed of? Your Forever Girl.

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.

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.”

“Broken love can be mended, but it takes work, understanding, and appreciation for each other’s journey.”

Hope should never be lost when it comes to broken love. After all, broken things offer new beginnings, and sometimes that’s all love needs . . . a new beginning.