“When we spoke in the hospital, she mentioned you got divorced,” he admits. “We were supposed to come up with a plan of attack.” “For what?” “To break down your wall and get you to fall in love with me.” Holy shit… He’s not holding back at all. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?” “Isn’t that the million-dollar question…?” He rests one hand against the wall next to my head, and the other goes back to my face, dusting several strands of sweaty hair out of my eyes. “It never felt like the right time. You were either taken or on an anti-boyfriend kick.” He playfully rolls his eyes, making
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