Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

“For what it’s worth, you look really beautiful today. I kind of can’t catch my breath.”

“Love is not found. Love finds.”

She leans forward and wraps her arms around my neck. “Luke,” she breathes against my lips. I fucking die. She called me Luke. My mouth finds hers again and I kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed. With conviction. With respect. With feeling. She begins to move on top of me and she’s all I see. I close my eyes and she’s all I fucking see.