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“Never have I ever loved someone as much as I love you.” My whole being, my whole world vibrates with unspeakable joy. “Never will I ever get tired of hearing that.” And I won’t. That’s one of the few nevers I’m okay with.

Just when it seemed my life was falling apart with no hope of happiness anywhere in sight, everything turned around at once and fell right into place.

Something new. Something so magical yet so real that it sets my insides on fire. I burn with it from top to bottom, from inside and out. I’ll take this kind of burn, though, this exquisite kind of hurt. All day, every day for the rest of my life; Nixon and I can burn together. Flames so high they touch the sky. What a high that will be!

“I love you, Nixon Holt. I think I loved you from the first night I kissed you. I tried to deny it. I tried to run from it, but I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t escape you. And I’m so glad, because my life was miserable without you. I don’t want to spend a single day away from you. Not now. Not ever again.”

“Tequila?” I ask. “Nope. The love of my life. Much better than tequila. There’s just one thing missing.” “What’s that?” “Is there anything you’d like to say to me? Any confessions you feel like making?”

You’re my tequila. And you’re my hangover. I’m in love with you, and that’s the only high I need. Just you. Always.”

“I know you’re in there, Haley. I came all this way just to talk to you. Please open the door.” His voice is as soft as a snowdrift, as velvety as the night. It sends a shiver down my spine,

I let the tears come. I’m so tired of feeling their wetness, but I’m also tired of trying to hold them inside. They’re always there, lurking around the perimeter of my emotions, like shadows threatening to pull me under their dark, tragic spell.

This is why I didn’t listen to his other messages. I can’t let him in this way, not even a crack. He will rip my world and my heart wide open if I do.

My heart hasn’t yet caught up to what my head knows. It hasn’t bought into the rage yet. It’s still wallowing, wallowing in long looks and steamy kisses and the kind of passion that digs deep and doesn’t want to let go. But it will catch up. My heart will realize soon enough that my best chance forward is to hate him and move on. I refuse to give up until it does.