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We’re the same—black hair, tarnished hearts, and star tattoos.
My heart is happy and full for the first time in a really long while.
“I want you,” he murmurs into my skin. “All of you. I want to keep you for myself and let no one else in our bubble.”
I feel safe, loved, and at peace laying my head on Devlin’s shoulder while he combs his fingers through my hair. I feel…home.
All this time I wasted on hating her, and here she’s the one who gave me one of my only salvations. The little girl with the stars and the stubborn thief who steals all of my attention, one and the same. The way my heart thunders around her is new and unfamiliar, but I think I’m beginning to understand what it means.
Yeah, that’s right, my expression says. You’re my girl.
Revenge doesn’t end with happily ever after. My mistake was forgetting that.
It’s Blair—she’s what makes the dress shine, not the other way around.
Everyone leaves. That’s my universal truth. I was an idiot to forget it or think this time would be different.
“I’d chase you anywhere, Blair. I don’t exist without you.”
Home is when I’m with you.”
“Because her daughter is my girlfriend and her mom is her whole fucking world—something you’d never understand! This is the girl I love. She’s my family. My universe. I’ll do everything to protect and care for her. If you don’t do it, I’ll come for you, old man. Do we have a deal?”
“I’ve been this way for so long, when you dug your way into my heart, it scared me. I was too greedy. I just—I wanted too much because I stopped myself from feeling those things. I was drunk on you.”
“You’re my shooting star. My wishes come true when I’m with you.” He turns his face, grazing his mouth over my neck. “My heart belongs to you.”
Fused together, we make a more beautiful work of art with proof of everything we’ve been through.
The family I found is growing. A warm glow rises inside me. I think it might be happiness. Blair rests her forehead against mine. I hook my hands around her waist and kiss her. My thumb strokes over her freckled cheek when we part. “My shooting star. You’re better than a wish.”