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“Hey, I’m so sorry, babe. I got held up in a meeting,” a booming voice sounds over his shoulder. It’s not Daniel. It’s Trevor.
He saved that basket of bread for me, knowing damn well I’ll go down in a blaze of wheaty glory in the name of carbs. Maybe I’ve been wrong about Trevor’s romantic lead potential all along, because that was some real hero shit.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Pasta is the worst date food.” I hold his stare. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you? I don’t play by bullshit rules.” He chuckles. “That’s my girl. You look great tonight, by the way. That dress is just . . .”
“I’m eating an expensive meal with an Insta model. That’s gotta count for something.”
My heart has now officially broken for the eleventh time. And strangely, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.
Real life isn’t a ninety-minute movie or a three-hundred-page novel. It takes time to truly understand what someone else needs and how the other person communicates their love.”
“Trevor, you are a million times better than any trope I could ever dream up.”
Little did I know, when you’re with the right person, being in love never feels like the bottom is going to fall out. It’s solid, stable, and indestructible.
He’s not just the hero of my dreams. He’s the hero beyond my wildest imagination. The best part? He’s nonfiction.