Sincerely Yours (Love in Seattle #2)

by Asia Monique

Chemistry between two people is the strangest science of all.

I preferred someone who would accept that sometimes I didn’t have a lot to say.

He felt like home to me, and no place had ever felt that way before; no man had ever made me feel that way just from a simple hug. None of it made sense because I barely knew him.

“Books were my first love. I would ditch my sister to spend hours in the library. I knew then that I wanted to work with words in some way, shape, or form.”

“Trying to understand why you would allow doubt to seep into your mind...” I placed my free hand on top of hers and stared into her eyes. “without at least fighting it.”

“You should know that doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will,” I said, bringing my lips closer. “I’m the last person to be telling you how to feel, but do me a favor and kill the doubt.” “Can I be scared?” I nodded and brushed my lips against hers. “It’s okay to be scared. Being scared means, you’re about to do something really brave.”

“Why does it feel like our minds and bodies are further than we are in this? Like we’re simply being caught up on what’s going to be?” “Chemistry between two people is the strangest science of all.”

“Never met a pretty girl before?” “I’ve met plenty, but never one that shook the foundation I stand on.”

“I’m a lot of things, Nae,” he said, using my nickname and tipping his head at me. “But remember, I’m a man first. A man who is beyond attracted to you—who would take the chance to fuck you if allowed.”

I want to spill all of my deepest darkest secrets to you. It’s becoming clearer to me with every day that passes.”

“You’re right,” I said, nodding. “You’re perfect, and perfection is not normal.”

I was certain that I was only a shell of myself. That Zeke had taken my soul with no promise of ever giving it back.

“It’s okay if you ask more of me,” I whispered as my eyes drooped. “I want to give you everything, so ask me for anything.”

“This could be our thing,” she said, completely immersed. “You can do your puzzle while I read. Or vice versa.”

“And also, I’m a cancer. Sometimes we are super emotional for no reason or every reason.” “July…”

“Once I bare my soul to you, there’s no giving me back,” she whispered, staring up at me. “I never planned on giving you back in the first place.” I tipped my head to the side. “Bare all, Jo.”

“Just can’t get over the fact that you’re mine,” he said, tipping my head back with his index finger. “Beautiful self.”