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“I don’t want to be your book boyfriend or your hero, Zoey; I want to be your mountain. I want to be the thing you know will always be there no matter what—the one you can always trust.” He kissed my cheek, turning my tears into tattoos of his lips. “And the mountains don’t wait for the clouds to clear or for the thunder to stop in order to stand tall, so I’m not going to wait for Roscoe to leave or for us to find your stalker before I tell you that I love you. Before I tell you that you aren’t the center of my world, you are my world.”
― Rebecca Sharp, Hunter