The Soulmate Equation

by Christina Lauren

Empty companionship was lonelier than being alone.

want to be here to bring you coffee. I want to take you out to dinner and order the same food and hear you recite the odds that we would have met. I want to hate-attend fancy social events together.” Jess laughed, a surprised burst of sound, and his tone softened. “I want you to call me for help—without an apology already on the tip of your tongue. I want to feel like I can kiss you again by your car at the end of the night.” He swallowed. “I want you in my bed.”

Destiny could also be a choice, she’d realized. To believe or not, to be vulnerable or not, to go all in or not.