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“Technically, you are an intruder, but a very beautiful one. If you wanted to join me in bed, you only had to say so. No need to go to all this trouble.”
She’d obviously dressed with the intention of blending in, but she could no more blend into a crowd than a jewel could blend into mud.
Kissing Sloane had been a mistake. Not because I regretted doing it, but because once I did it, I couldn’t imagine not doing it again.
I needed her the way the ocean tides needed the moon, and I would give anything for her to feel a fraction of the same way toward me.
This was my greatest high. Her, sated and happy, in my arms. Nothing in the world could ever beat this moment.
“Luna is short for mi luna. My moon. Because no matter how dark the nights got, you were always there, shining so brightly that I always found my way through.”
“Love isn’t about perfection, Luna; it’s about imperfect people creating their own version of happily ever after. And while I don’t know everything, I do know this: Every version of my happily ever after will always include some version of you.”
That was the best part about being with the right person.
Some days, we could talk all night; other days, we didn’t need words at all. Just being with each other was enough.
