One Week With You (London Lovers #1)

by J.R. Jenner

I wanted him to hold my hand under the table and kiss me awake and never tell me goodbye.

I’d spent countless hours with this woman, knew the exact measure of her smile and the genuine sound of her laugh, that blue was her favourite colour and she never went a day without listening to music, all these minor everyday details that made up a person.

I didn’t know where to look first. She was everything that drove me fucking wild.

I brushed her hair back, tucking it behind one ear. I wasn’t sure how long I stared at her or the flutter of her eyelids, the way she opened her mouth to inhale a couple of times, smacking her lips together before resettling again. I could’ve studied her all night and it wouldn’t have been time wasted.

I couldn’t find it in me to regret the time we’d spent together. Sometimes stolen moments were meant to be cherished, however fleeting.

Anger and anxiety were amazing fuel, as it turned out.

How I feel about you, how you make me feel, is the most honest I’ve ever been. I love you.”

“The truth is, your name didn’t just pop into my head. Your name is a constant. There is never a day I don’t think about you in some way. Wondering where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. If you’re happy, even if it was another man making you smile. You were – you are – always on my mind. Always, Talia.”

She was the sun and they were all sunflowers reaching out in her direction. I was the tallest of them all.

I was going to destroy that later. Wreck her composure the way she always wrecked mine.

I’d wanted a love as deep and intense as my parents’, despite all their faults, but I’d never been prepared for the depth of my feelings. They were endless, seamless. Scattered with stars.