You're my girl, Tessa Crimson. You'll always be my girl." He brought me close to him and wrapped me up in his arms, staring down into my face. "And even if we aren't together, that won't change.
Suzanne YoungYou’ll make a sucky father someday,” I tell him with a smile. “I feel sorry for the kid that doesn’t get to burst into light to get out of your house.”
He chokes out a laugh. “Is it my sarcasm?”
“Definitely. And that obnoxious accent.
Wind is blowing past me and I open my eyes to look at the bridge above me. But I see only Harlin. And as I fall, he mouths, I love you.
Suzanne YoungTags: love
I have to live if I want to be remembered.
Suzanne YoungTags: life living remembrance remembering
I’m going to kick his ass for touching you,” he growls. “And for wrecking my bike.”
“I’m glad I came first in that sentence.”
“Baby, you always come first.
Because, worst of all, I remember every second of what it was like to lose my life.
Suzanne YoungHow did my relatively inexperienced dating life suddenly become so complicated?
Suzanne YoungThought you said this was just dinner?”
Abe opens the glass door and holds it for me. As I pass by him, he lowers his head so that his voice is close to my ear. “It’s never just dinner.
I’ll go to church if you cut my hair tomorrow. But then you have to let me paint your portrait sometime.”
“You paint?” I’m honestly surprised.
“I haven’t in a long time,” he says. “But I find you inspiring.”
“I’d be interested to see your work,” I say. “Wait, you don’t mean nude or anything, right?”
He laughs. “No. You’ll be fully clothed.
And when we left Colorado last month, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever make another friend again.”
“But then I came into your life. Sounds like fate to me.
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