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I wanted to ask you the second you came back, but I was trying to give you the space to grown into this new life without asking too much of you. But I can't wait any longer. There's no one else I want to raise him, and hopefully a few more babies, with. You're my closest friend (...) I love you, Miller, and I'm pretty envious that Max gets to call you Mom because I'd really liked the opportunity to call you my wife.

"I love you so much, Kai. Nothing about me leaving was because of you. I need you to know that. You're more than enough, more than I could've dreamt for. I loved you before I left, and I love Max and I've never felt so much at once that I'm fairly certain my heart is going to give out soon. I'm only twenty-six, Malakai. It's too soon."

"(...) I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to read stories to Max every night before bed. I want to try my hardest to be who needs me to be. I want to have more babies with you because you are such an amazing dad. But most of all, I want to be happy and you too make me happy, Kai. And I hope I make you happy too."

"You're everywhere, and when you leave tomorrow, I'll still see you everywhere. (...) This is fucking miserable, Miller, knowing there's a clock counting down the seconds until I don't have you anymore, but I'd do it all over again. I'd fall in love with you all over again. I'd break my heart all over again because loving you was one of the two greatest surprises of my life."

"I am." He throws his hands up in defeat. "I fucking love you, and I'm sorry that neither my son nor I could control how we feel about you. I'm sorry that this is the last thing you wanted to hear, but I'm not sorry that I do."

"Because when life or work gets too stressful, too overwhelming for me, l'm able to see who matters most. And that's you, Miller." He shakes his head. "And it's in there because I'm so fucking in love with you, it's too painful not to be able to see you every second of the day."

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"This is why you have Max," I somehow say. "I'm fairly certain you're fucking me right past my birth control."
"Miller." He halts his movements. "That's an inside thought."
"I don't have inside thoughts."
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"I'd really appreciate it if we steer away from talking about me knocking you up while I'm rearranging your insides."
I raise an impressed brow. "Yes, Daddy."
"Jesus Christ."

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"I've been dreaming of this. Every night as you slept just outside my house, I fell asleep after exhausting myself, trying to convince myself to leave you alone. But I fucking can't anymore.
I want you. Fuck, do I want you. You've been torture, and I don't want to fight it anymore."

"Please." His ice-blue eyes are pleading with me. "All I can think about is fucking you right now, but you're out of your goddamn mind if you think any of this could be easily forgettable for me."

“Fuck me. I’m so frustratingly into this woman, so I do just that.
I make her my problem.
There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way my mouth crashes onto hers because there’s nothing soft or sweet about Miller. She aggravates me, pushes me, challenges me.
And according to the way her mouth yields to mine - she wants me.

"But let me make this clear, when it comes to her, I have no issue ruining my reputation. I will burn the world down to protect her and I'll proudly wave the match, so everyone knows I'm the one who did it."
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"You know that jersey you've got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it'll be her last name too."

"I'm sorry someone let you believe you were hard to love, because, Blue, it's the easiest thing I've ever done." I shake my head. "God, I love you. I think in a way, I've loved you since our first breakfast together. You brought me back to life, Ind, and I will love you as long as you let me."

"I want you, Indy. I want our little life we've built even when we thought we were pretending. I want you in our house because you've made it a home. I want your mess and your chaos. I want your genuine smiles, the ones you wear when you're around my sister, the hockey team, and me. I want you happy, and I want to be the reason that you are. I want you to choose me."
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“In the palm of your hand, Scarlett. From the very start.”

“You love her?” Kyle asked finally, tone resigned.
“With everything I have,” I replied without a hint of hesitation.

"Not until you're mine," I added. "All mine.” Sighing heavily, I said, "I was never good at sharing the things I wanted, Hope. And I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you."

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"I looked into your eyes that day and saw the girl inside. The one that reached me at a deeper level than anyone else. The girl hiding behind the mask of pretense. The gir that was screaming out for someone to save her." Hunter shrugged help lessly, giving me a rare glimpse of the vulnerability inside the man. I saw you then, and I see you now."

“I love you, Hope," he replied, soothing me with his certainty. "I think I've loved you since that very first day in Ireland." He shook his head, as i thinking back to that morning in Cork. The minute you walked into Noahs hotel room after all hell had broken loose. You were all pissy and had smote steaming out of your ears." He smirked at the memory.
(…)

“I will keep you safe, sweetheart." he declared, hands cupping my face.
Leaning closer, he stroked my nose with his. "Nothing's gonna touch you.
When he looked at me again, there was a glint of unknown danger in those blue depths. Never again," he promised, eyes glittering with treachery and darkness. "You have my word on that."

“It was like my world had ended right there in that kitchen," he admitted, voice torn and hoarse, before bowing his head. "And I keep thinking that when I go to sleep tonight, I'm gonna wake up in the morning and find you dead."

"Seeing you tonight," he confessed, thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Lying on the ground, drenched in blood, with that bastard on top of you?" He clenched his jaw several times before he spoke again, "I've never been more goddamn scared in my life.... "He pressed a kiss to my cut and whispered, "And the only damn thing I could think was 'you're too late again'."

And that's when it happened; the moment my life altered irrevocably.
The woman I had just committed the most heinous of crimes in front of wasn't pushing me away.
She wasn't running for the hills.
Hope Carter had witnessed first-hand how dark I could go, and she was pulling me closer.
It didn't matter what happened from here on out, I would always belong to her.
Fucking always.

“I love you,” he whispered brokenly. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

Hunter, the man you are!!! 🤍

Taking my hand, he placed it against the skin covering his hammering heart. "This here?" He stared at me meaningfully, his blue eyes piercing and full of heated emotion. "This stopped beating when I was eighteen years old and watched the life seep out of the girl I loved." He was shaking, trembling all over. "It kick-started in my chest twelve years later. When it found you."

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"Admit it," he demanded, closing the space between us. Cupping the back of my neck with his large hand, he drew me closer. "Admit you want me, Hope." (…) "Admit it!"
"I can't," I whispered, trembling violently.
Hunter growled in frustration. "Why not?"
A sob tore through me as I whispered, "He loves me.”
"I love you!" he roared, backing away. "Me, Hope. Me. I fucking love you!"

“Well, though fucking luck, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Because I am not walking away from you.” His arms tightened around me. “And I won’t let you walk away from me.”

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Love was insanity. It was choosing to bare your soul and ugliness with another human being and being okay with what you saw in the mirror because that person loved the parts of you that were unlovable. The parts you were most ashamed of.

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Putting yourself out there, knowing there's a ninety-nine percent chance it will all end in pain and tears and fucking misery, but risking it all anyway because of that one percent chance it might work out - that it might be the jackpot bet you've been trying to win your entire life?
That was fucking bravery.

The way I saw it, loving someone wasn't a sign of weakness or something to be ashamed of. Not in the least. Loving someone and telling that someone was one of the bravest things a human being could do.