“After a minute, he pointed up to the sky. "You know how people say stuff is written in the stars? Do you think we are?"
I watched them twinkling above us, one shooting across the sky. "Written in the stars?"
"Yeah," he whispered as he dropped a kiss on my head. "That we belong to each other. I'm yours, and you're mine.”
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Lulu Moore,
The Third Baseman