“I’ve imagined bringing you here for years,” he admits when he breaks away. “You have?” I ask. He clasps my hand, walking backward through the gazebo and toward the river. “Many times.” I take in the scenery with new eyes. It’s dizzying to think he imagined bringing me here when I could not have imagined a place like this even existed. His voice drops low. “Over our time apart, I’ve gotten very imaginative when it comes to you.” Jesus. Just him saying that sends a bolt of heat through me. The way he’s looking at me doesn’t help either. He stares at me like I’m his starlight and he’s the
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