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280 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 6, 2015
I unfolded the blanket and put it over him (Alistair) as gently as possible. Then I sat on the floor with my back against the couch and listened to him breathe. I leaned back and whispered to myself, “I don't think he'd mind.”
“No,” my other side responded. “It would be weird if I just...”
His fingers ran down the back of my head and lingered on my neck.
“He'd like if if you came up here,” he whispered. “You nutter.”
I waited. Then turned. “Hey.”
He touched my hair again, then moved over to make room for me. “Come here, duck.”
“Alistair.” I ran my fingers over the glass. “I'd kill to open this and smell the pages.”
There are things you deserve in life, but love isn't one of the . Every time you're given it, it's a gift. That's what Alistair was to me, no matter how much he though I deserved it... I didn't. And never would. . .
There's only one person I looked at like that. Only one who made me weak when his hand grazed my back.
And it wasn't Donovan.
"What would you do in that situation?"
"Huh?"
"If you thought you lost the love of your life, only to find him at the last minute?
I thought for a few minutes.
"Would you cry?"
"Mmm ...I think I'd laugh."
"You'd laugh? Not even one tear would fall?"
"Maybe I'd laugh so hard I'd cry."
"Fair enough."
Dad stepped aside. Then Donovan. Then Mom. Then, one by one, every person formed a path in the middle until it opened up and led to...
Him.
I closed my eyes and felt his love for me. No words needed. No kiss needed. Just ... him. We had officially fallen.
"I'm sorry" - I looked at his name tag - "Greg."
"Cameron" the guy said.