Patch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my fingers around it. He kissed my knuckles. "I was going to give this back earlier, but it wasn't finished."
I opened my palm and held the ring up. The same heart was engraved on the underside, but now there were two names carved on either side of it: NORA and JEV.
I looked up. "Jev? That's your real name?"
"Nobody's called me that in a long time.
He sucked some of the rain from my bottom lip, and I felt his mouth smile against mine. He swept my hair aside and kissed me just above the collarbone. He nibbled at my ear, then sank his teeth into my shoulder. I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan.
“I love you,” he murmured into my hair. “I’m happier right now than I ever remember being.
Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.”
“She needed a ride.”
I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?”
“Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.
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Are you defending Marcie?”
He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…”
I pointed at the door. “Out.
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I love you more than I think I should.
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Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
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I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
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One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
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You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.
Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
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