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“Whatever you say,” he replies smoothly. “I just can’t fall in love with you, right?” I chuckle as I twist the doorknob to leave. “Oh, Stefan. I think you already are.”
“Trust me, Dr. Thorne, if I had you up against a wall, you’d be the meal.”
“Hey, Mira?” he calls out right as I reach for the door handle. “Yeah?” I toss back into the echoey barn, continuing my forward motion. “You owe me a carton of eggs.” Well, shit.
“You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.”
“Challenge accepted. But I’m not going to fuck you until you’re begging for it.”
This woman is about to be my undoing.
This is the record book.
she could be the mom I always wanted her to be.”
“Just before she died, she told me my biological father used to be the bartender in Ruby Creek.”
Hanks son!!!!
He plays checkers. But I play chess.
“Very classy, Mr. Dalca.” “I guess that makes two of us, Dr. Thorne.”
Nothing about this feels fake. Our bodies. Our minds. Our hearts. Absolutely everything about being with Mira feels like one of the most real things I’ve ever had in my life. And I won’t let her slip between my fingers now.
“I told you that you’d be the meal.”
“You have beautiful hands. Almost as beautiful as your mind and heart. Sometimes I find myself staring at them while you work, so elegant and strong all at once. Hands that heal. Hands that save lives.” His voice drops. “Hands that belong in mine.”
“Whatever you want, Kitten.”
“You are so beautiful.” My voice is breathy, almost desperate sounding. “Inside and out. Every last piece of you.”
I’m playing for keeps.
Because we all only have so many moments left to live.”
“I’m going to go have a chat with your mom.”
A few minutes ago, she asked me to hear her out, and hope welled in her eyes. Now, thanks to me, it’s spilling down her cheeks.
There’s no point in denying my freezer is practically overflowing with samosas. My plan was to pawn these off on Billie and Vi. I
“Stefan…” I can barely hear her. “I got them out for you.”
“Mira. I love you.” But she doesn’t hear me. Her body goes heavy in my arms.
What if she dies saving everything that she thinks is dear to me without knowing she is everything to me? I love you. I love you. I love you.
Without Mira, I may never have met my dad.
A better man would have let her out of our arrangement. I am not a better man. And I’ve never felt less sorry about anything in my life.
