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“Earth to Sydney,” Hunter says. I hear him snap his fingers twice. “Beer? Please, babe?”
Ew....
It’s almost eight, and I know she’ll be on her balcony.
However, now that Maggie is in the picture, I realize there can’t be a maybe someday between us. There will never be a maybe someday.
Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possesses is attraction. It’s not so easy when you’re trying to win a war against the heart.
I’m convinced that people come across others in life whose souls are completely compatible with their own. Some refer to them as soul mates. Some refer to it as true love. Some people believe their souls are compatible with more than one person, and I’m beginning to understand how true that might be.
I’ve known since the moment I met Maggie years ago that our souls were compatible, and they are.
I also know that my soul is compatible with Sydney’s, but it’s also so much more than that. Our souls aren’t just compatible—they’re perfectly attuned. I feel everything she feels. I understand things she never even has to say. I know that what she needs is exactly what I could give her, and ...
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There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we could be perfect for each other’s life, Sydney. It’s our lives that aren’t perfect for us.
Don’t thank me, Sydney. You shouldn’t thank me, because I failed miserably at trying not to fall in love with you.
Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”
We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.
People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it’s somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life.
“It’s you,” he says aloud. “My heart… wants you.”
As many times as I’ve seen this happen in movies and read about it in books, I’ve never actually been picked up and carried by a man before. I think I’m in love with it. Being carried into a bedroom by Ridge is quite possibly my new favorite thing out of any and all things.
She’s a part of me now. I’m a part of her. I kiss her softly on the nose and mouth and chin, then press my ear against her heart again. For the first time in my life, I hear absolutely everything.
