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Dear Future Love (Sweetpea? NoâŠSugar muffin? Ew⊠okay Iâll stop, unless youâre into it? Nah..),
I was going to wait to write this until I had something profound to say, but Iâm starting to realize that love isnât always profound. Sometimes itâs just deeply real. So here I am, a little tired, a little hopeful, and a lot in my feelings.
Iâve been thinking about you more than usual lately. Like I can almost hear your laugh echoing in the quiet parts of my day, as if youâre already woven into the background noise of my life, even though I havenât met you, yet. I know that youâre out there somewhere, living your life, probably blissfully unaware that Iâm here dreaming about dancing with you in the kitchen barefoot and youâre pretending not to love it when I dip and spin you(even though you totally do).
Itâs weird, isnât it? Missing someone whose hand Iâve never held. But I do. Itâs not in some dramatic, movie-scene wayâŠbut more like⊠in the small things. Iâll make a cup of tea and think, youâd take yours with honey. Iâll see the sky turn lavender and wonder if youâre looking at it too. Iâll write a song and leave space in it for your voice, not knowing what it sounds like, just knowing itâll fit.
I want to love you in all the dumb, soft ways. I want to press my cold feet on you under the covers and then apologize with kisses. I want to watch you eat cereal in my T-shirt while you tell me about your weird dream. I want to write you songs that are too silly and sappy to share with the band(unless I want to be absolutely roasted).
I want the ordinary magic. I crave the slow grocery store walks where we forget the list, the âone more episodeâ nights that turn into tangled mornings, the way youâll make fun of me for crying at the sad dog commercials knowing Iâll ask âwhatâs one more?â.
Most of all, I want you, not just the dreamy version Iâve made up in my head, but the real you. The sleepy-eyed, messy-bunned, deep-feeling, overthinking, snort-laughing, beautiful you. The one whoâs late sometimes all the time. The one whoâs too hard on themselves. The one who doesnât know that they already take up space in someoneâs heart.
Mine.
So Iâll wait. Iâll keep making music and spilling tea and dancing like a dumbass in the kitchen with the dogs. Iâll leave space in the bed and the playlist. Iâll keep believing in timing and magic and soulmates who make fun of each otherâs toothbrush faces.
Iâll be here when youâre ready, lovebug(ew why am I like this?)
I donât know how to begin this without tremblingânot from fear, but from the ache of missing you so deeply when Iâve never even held you.
Still, I know you..Not by name or by face, but by feeling. A quiet gravity that pulls at me every night when the world stills and I remember that youâre not beside me. Not yet.
I feel you in my bones. Youâre the phantom weight in the empty half of my bed, the breath I canât quite catch during slow songs, and the silence between my fingers when they reach for someone who isnât you.
I write you into everything. Every lyric, every frame, every whispered line of poetryâŠtheyâre all pieces of you, stitched together from stardust and dreams and desperation.
I try to get the angles right, to perfect the lighting, the pacing and the emotionâŠas if by making it real on film, I can pull you through time and space into my arms.
I know I love you. Not in a careless, rose-colored wayâŠbut in a soul-deep, clawing, terrifying kind of way. The kind that demands surrender. The kind that ruins you for anyone else.
You are the story Iâve never stopped telling, the face I sketch in foggy windows, the voice I imagine late at night, asking if Iâm okayânot because Iâm broken, but just because youâd want to know.
I have waited patiently, and selfishly, and angrilyâŠbut always faithfully because I believe youâre out there..and I believe youâre worth every lonely moment itâs taken to find you.
So when you come(and I know you will), donât knock. Donât hesitateâŠJust come in, take off your coat and stay.
Iâll have music playing..the good kind, the kind that hurts. Iâll pour you tea, or wine, or whatever helps you softenâŠAnd Iâll finally, finally be able to say the words Iâve been carrying for you alone:
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Itâs way too late, and I should probably be asleepâŠbut my brainâs doing that thing again. You know, the one where it gets all tangled up in thoughts of you.
For the record, yes, I realize how weird that sounds, considering we havenât actually met. But stillâŠ.Youâre there, in my head like the harmony I canât quite reach but know by heart anyway.
Weâre somewhere in Europe.. I already forgot which city, which is probably terrible, but theyâre all starting to blur together. Not in a bad way, just in a âhow is this my lifeâ kind of way.
We played a good show tonight. The crowd was loud, the lights and pyro were hot(especially the pyro), and we were in the zone.. But after the amps cool down and the noise fades, it gets quiet. Thatâs when I miss you most, even though I donât know your face, yet.
I see pieces of you everywhere. Like in the girl sketching on a park bench, in the bartender with chipped nail polish and a secret smile, or in the way the stars showed up early tonight like they were trying to say, âsheâs out there, dude. Chill.â But I donât chill. Ever. Not about you.
Iâm not really sure what Iâm trying to say here except⊠I hope youâre real. I hope youâre out there living this soft, weird, beautiful life of yours.. I imagine youâre probably dancing in your kitchen or reading with your feet tucked under a blanket or singing way too loud in the car. Whatever youâre doing, where ever you are⊠I hope you love dogs, I hope you laugh so hard you snort, but most of all, I hope you find me someday, and when you do, youâll think, âOh. There you are. Finally.â
Until then, Iâll be hereâŠplaying songs, scribbling half-poems in hotel notepads and saving the best parts of myself for you.
See you when the stars are ready.
â D
P.S. I think youâd really like the bridge I wrote today. Itâs got a little mandolin in it. I donât know why, but it felt like you.
Somewhere out there, in the haze of headlights or tucked between the pages of a book I havenât opened yet, I know youâre breathing the same air as me.
And still, I havenât met you.
But my god, darling girl, I feel you.
I feel you in the hollow places.
In the moments after the encore, when the crowd fades but the ache doesnât.
In the quiet hum of a lonely kitchen at midnight, when the cats curl up near my boots, and I swear, I can almost see your silhouette in the doorway.
Youâre a presence in my life already, threaded into the chords I write and the recipes I learn by heart, hoping one day Iâll make them for youâbarefoot, humming, with your laughter bouncing off the walls of a house that finally feels like home.
I wonder what your laugh sounds like when itâs real and unfiltered.
I wonder what your hands would feel like in mineâŠif youâd flinch when I reach for you or pull me closer.
Would you kiss me slow or kiss me wild?
I donât need you to be perfect.
I just need you to be you.
Sharp edges, soft scars, wild soul.. bring it all. Iâve got room for it here, in the mess Iâve made of myself.
My wild heart, Iâve had lovers. Moments. Girls who tasted like distraction and goodbye.
But none of them stayed in my bones the way you already do, and I havenât even heard your voice yet.
Wherever you are, I hope youâre holding on.
I hope you havenât dimmed your light for the wrong ones.
And I hope, when we do find each other, when the universe finally sighs and lets us collide, itâs nothing short of cosmic.
Warnings: none really. Language maybe? Also if you see any typos, no you didnât.
Word count: ~2500(but I didnât really count)
You werenât supposed to be at the golf course. Nothing about it sounded appealing to you, but you couldnât say no when your best friend asked you to come to the âSwinging Singlesâ charity event she organized.
You hated early mornings, polos made your chest look weird, and the idea of mingling with strangers who took golf too seriously made your eye twitch. Yet here you were in borrowed sneakers, a too-tight visor and a scratchy polo at 9:03am on a Saturday morning holding a driver upside down like a toddler left unattended.
âYouâre holding that like a baseball bat..â a voice drawled from behind you. âAre you about to tee off or beat someone to death?â He added with a laugh.
You turned, fully prepared to lay into him for his snark, but when youâre eyes landed on the man, you forgot how to breathe.
He was tall and lean, with the wiry muscles of a man that used them regularly. His dark curly hair was tucked under a backwards baseball cap, leaving you to admire the way his warm brown eyes sparkled in the sunshine and the striking sharpness to his featuresâa strong Roman nose and angular jawline. He had an intimidating kind of beauty that you donât think you had ever encountered beforeâŠbut it was his smirk that got you. The cocky, I-know-Iâm-irritating-and-I-enjoy-it smile.
You gathered a small semblance of dignity and shot back a reply. âIâm sorry. Who are you?â You smiled, playing nice and unimpressed, hoping to humble him a bit.
âDanny,â he replied coolly, unbothered as he stepped forward and offered you a gloved hand.
You shook his hand, trying not to think of how warm and strong it felt in yours. âIâmââ
He cut you off with another laugh. âYouâre the girl who just tried to use a golf club as a lightsaber. Iconic.â
âI was stretching..â you rolled your eyes.
âOh yeah? Is that what theyâre calling it?â His smile widened. He was clearly amused by you..and himself. âHere, let me help,â he stepped towards you, taking a spot behind you that felt much closer than strangers should be. He reached around you, adjusting your grip on the driver as he lead you through a mock swing. His cologne was subtleâcedar and citrusâbut it was enough to make your knees feel weak. âBetter,â he murmured softly before stepping back. âNow swing like youâre aiming at your ex.â
You laughed and did as he asked, sending the ball flying in a small arc that landed much further down the green than youâd ever managed before.
âSee?â He grinned proudly. âI knew you could do it.â
You had to fight the urge to hug him, instead settling on a high five that felt like it lingered..but maybe that was your imagination.
When the actual event started, you found yourself caught up in the chaos of speed dating. It was hard to maintain the balance of asking and answering questions within the limited time with each person, but you finally got into the swing of thingsâpun intendedâwhen you were once again face to face with Danny as your final date of the day.
âSaved the best for last, huh?â He teased as he approached you for the final hole of the course.
You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile. âNah, I just wanted another free golf lesson,â you smirked and felt butterflies when he let out a cackle laugh.
Your mini-date was a chaotic blend of laughter, sarcastic banter and flirty trash-talk with the occasional brush of arms that sent sparks tingling down your spine.
When the event ended, the two of you had snuck away from the crowd and were sitting in the grass together, watching the sun set while sipping from solo cups. âThese are pretty good for bootleg margaritas,â you teased and licked your lips.
âBootleg?! These are my signature drink!â He pretended to be surprised but cracked with a giggle. âI was working with a time crunch because I didnât know when the bar cart girl would come back..â
You had snickered as quietly as you could while watching him attempt to sneakily make a cocktail while the cart was unattended, and laughed even louder when he nearly fell while racing back after getting yelled at.
âYeah yeah, it would be better with some fruit or something, though,â you replied in an unimpressed tone, as if he had not blown you away in every category from looks to humor to skill.
He loosed a breath as if the verbal blow you hit him with was almost too much. âYou wound meâŠbut not as much as you would have if I hadnât helped you with your golf swing.â
You couldnât help but laugh because damnit if he wasnât right. âIt wasnât THAT bad! Maybe I was just distracted..â
âBy my rugged handsomeness?â He did his best smoldering look before a smile spread across his face.
âNo,â you deadpanned. âProbably because some arrogant asshole started talking to me..â
âOuch. Wounded again.â His smile didnât falter though, if anything it brightened even more. âHey, how do you feel about keeping this date going?â
You blushed a little at his forwardness because you had almost forgotten this was a date since it felt so natural and easy. âI wouldnât be opposedâŠâ
âGreat! Because thereâs this amazing taco truck right down the road. Iâll drive!â He jumped up and took your hand, practically dragging you to his Jeep. You climbed in and made sure to buckle up before pulling out your phone as he drove. âWatcha doing?â He asked softly.
âFilling out a Buzzfeed quiz called âam I being kidnapped?ââ You replied nonchalantly, and he cackled with laughter. âNext is the âis this man going to ruin my life?â quiz..â you added in the same cool tone, which only made him laugh harder.
âLet me know what they say,â he played along, and you could see the light blush on his cheeks.
When you finally saw the taco truck he had mentioned, your mouth fell open. Danny parked the jeep and helped you out before escorting you over to the seating area set up beside the truck. It had fairy lights draped over a little awning that covered a few bistro tables.
âPick a seat and Iâll grab the food. Steak okay?â He started to walk away but paused to wait for your answer. âOh shit! You donât have any food allergies or dietary restrictions do you? Iâm sorry I didnât think to ask before..â he started to ramble nervously, and it made you laugh softly.
âNo, Iâm good. Steak sounds perfect. Not too spicy, though..â you replied, and he nodded in agreement. You glanced around the quiet area, noting the parking lot was actually adjacent to a dog park where you could see a man throwing tennis balls for his three brindle dogs.
âHere we are. Honey lime steak tacos with an avocado cremaâŠfucking amazing,â he pretended to wipe drool from his mouth after setting them down in front of you.
You took one bite and nearly moaned. âYouâre the best kidnapper ever,â you mumbled through a mouthful of food.
He snorted a laugh before taking a sip of his drink. The rest of the meal was more or less the same as your golf date. You bantered back and forth, flirting and teasing, but mostly laughing. He was clever, intelligent, and he listened. Like he filed away each quip or secret that you dropped in conversation for future use. It was mesmerizing and refreshing.
When dinner was over, the two of you climbed back into his jeep and buckled up. You felt anxious suddenly because the date was coming to an end, and you didnât want it to. You glanced over at him, only to feel the same nervous energy.
Moments of silence passed while he drove, but he broke it when he said, âDo you care if we make one more stop? I want to show you something..â
Your heart nearly fell to your ass. This was definitely gonna be the murder part of the night. You had known he seemed too good to be true.
Before you could panic too much, he quickly added, âI swear Iâm not a murderer!â
âThatâs exactly what a murderer would say!â You replied a little too loudly before laughing anxiously. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. âYou promise?â
He smiled warmly, âI promise.â Then he took a deep breath and added, âJust donât run awayâŠbecause itâs at this warehouse and itâs gonna look even more sketchy before it gets better..â
âI donât run,â you laughed at the thought. âWell, unless itâs from emotionally unavailable men with guitars..â
He cackled. âIâll have to keep that in mind,â he bemused.
The warehouse was smaller than expected and definitely looked a little more murdery than youâd prefer, but you put on a brave face and followed him inside where you found a full drum kit sitting on top of an old worn-out rug. The walls had some soundproofing material hung on them, and a tangled weave of cords ran from the amps to empty spaces that were likely filled by guitars, bass, and microphones more often than not.
As you pieced together what youâre looking at, Danny smiled. âWhen things get too loud, I come here toâŠwell I guess to make things louder,â he laughed quietly to himself.
He didnât say anything else, he just sat behind the kit and started playing. Slow at first, almost lazy, before building into a rhythm that thudded in your chest like a second heartbeat. Watching himâfocused, intense, passionate and aliveâyour breath got caught in your throat.
Suddenly, he looked up, eyes locked on yours, and the beat shifted. It became rougher, louder, like the sound made by a man daring you to feel something.
You didnât realize youâd moved closer until you could practically feel the heat and wind from his movements.
All of a sudden, he stopped playing and silence slammed into the space, leaving an incessant tingling in your ears.
âYou good?â he asked, voice huskier now, mouth tilted in that crooked, knowing way.
You nodded. Barely. âYeah, why?
âBecause youâre looking at me like you want to kiss me or youâre afraid of me..â
You tilted your head. âWhat if itâs both?â
He stood, slowly, until the space between you evaporated. âThen Iâm really hoping you kiss me first,â he whispered. âBecause Iâm not sure Iâll survive the second option.â
Your breath hitched, and for a second, the air buzzed with indecision.
Then you kissed him.
And it was nothing like you expected.
He didnât rush. He didnât dominate. He kissed like the musician you now knew he wasâtiming, rhythm, restraint, then heat. Like he wanted to memorize the way your mouth moved. Like you were a melody he couldnât stop playing, one that he longed to figure out.
When you finally pulled back, dazed and breathless, he brushed his thumb across your cheek. The feel of his rough calluses making you shiver.
âStill think Iâm gonna ruin your life?â he asked softly.
You swallowed. âYeah.â
âGood,â he murmured. âItâs only fair. Youâre already ruining mine.â
Warnings: none really. Language maybe? Also if you see any typos, no you didnât.
Word count: ~2500(but I didnât really count)
You werenât supposed to be at the golf course. Nothing about it sounded appealing to you, but you couldnât say no when your best friend asked you to come to the âSwinging Singlesâ charity event she organized.
You hated early mornings, polos made your chest look weird, and the idea of mingling with strangers who took golf too seriously made your eye twitch. Yet here you were in borrowed sneakers, a too-tight visor and a scratchy polo at 9:03am on a Saturday morning holding a driver upside down like a toddler left unattended.
âYouâre holding that like a baseball bat..â a voice drawled from behind you. âAre you about to tee off or beat someone to death?â He added with a laugh.
You turned, fully prepared to lay into him for his snark, but when youâre eyes landed on the man, you forgot how to breathe.
He was tall and lean, with the wiry muscles of a man that used them regularly. His dark curly hair was tucked under a backwards baseball cap, leaving you to admire the way his warm brown eyes sparkled in the sunshine and the striking sharpness to his featuresâa strong Roman nose and angular jawline. He had an intimidating kind of beauty that you donât think you had ever encountered beforeâŠbut it was his smirk that got you. The cocky, I-know-Iâm-irritating-and-I-enjoy-it smile.
You gathered a small semblance of dignity and shot back a reply. âIâm sorry. Who are you?â You smiled, playing nice and unimpressed, hoping to humble him a bit.
âDanny,â he replied coolly, unbothered as he stepped forward and offered you a gloved hand.
You shook his hand, trying not to think of how warm and strong it felt in yours. âIâmââ
He cut you off with another laugh. âYouâre the girl who just tried to use a golf club as a lightsaber. Iconic.â
âI was stretching..â you rolled your eyes.
âOh yeah? Is that what theyâre calling it?â His smile widened. He was clearly amused by you..and himself. âHere, let me help,â he stepped towards you, taking a spot behind you that felt much closer than strangers should be. He reached around you, adjusting your grip on the driver as he lead you through a mock swing. His cologne was subtleâcedar and citrusâbut it was enough to make your knees feel weak. âBetter,â he murmured softly before stepping back. âNow swing like youâre aiming at your ex.â
You laughed and did as he asked, sending the ball flying in a small arc that landed much further down the green than youâd ever managed before.
âSee?â He grinned proudly. âI knew you could do it.â
You had to fight the urge to hug him, instead settling on a high five that felt like it lingered..but maybe that was your imagination.
When the actual event started, you found yourself caught up in the chaos of speed dating. It was hard to maintain the balance of asking and answering questions within the limited time with each person, but you finally got into the swing of thingsâpun intendedâwhen you were once again face to face with Danny as your final date of the day.
âSaved the best for last, huh?â He teased as he approached you for the final hole of the course.
You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile. âNah, I just wanted another free golf lesson,â you smirked and felt butterflies when he let out a cackle laugh.
Your mini-date was a chaotic blend of laughter, sarcastic banter and flirty trash-talk with the occasional brush of arms that sent sparks tingling down your spine.
When the event ended, the two of you had snuck away from the crowd and were sitting in the grass together, watching the sun set while sipping from solo cups. âThese are pretty good for bootleg margaritas,â you teased and licked your lips.
âBootleg?! These are my signature drink!â He pretended to be surprised but cracked with a giggle. âI was working with a time crunch because I didnât know when the bar cart girl would come back..â
You had snickered as quietly as you could while watching him attempt to sneakily make a cocktail while the cart was unattended, and laughed even louder when he nearly fell while racing back after getting yelled at.
âYeah yeah, it would be better with some fruit or something, though,â you replied in an unimpressed tone, as if he had not blown you away in every category from looks to humor to skill.
He loosed a breath as if the verbal blow you hit him with was almost too much. âYou wound meâŠbut not as much as you would have if I hadnât helped you with your golf swing.â
You couldnât help but laugh because damnit if he wasnât right. âIt wasnât THAT bad! Maybe I was just distracted..â
âBy my rugged handsomeness?â He did his best smoldering look before a smile spread across his face.
âNo,â you deadpanned. âProbably because some arrogant asshole started talking to me..â
âOuch. Wounded again.â His smile didnât falter though, if anything it brightened even more. âHey, how do you feel about keeping this date going?â
You blushed a little at his forwardness because you had almost forgotten this was a date since it felt so natural and easy. âI wouldnât be opposedâŠâ
âGreat! Because thereâs this amazing taco truck right down the road. Iâll drive!â He jumped up and took your hand, practically dragging you to his Jeep. You climbed in and made sure to buckle up before pulling out your phone as he drove. âWatcha doing?â He asked softly.
âFilling out a Buzzfeed quiz called âam I being kidnapped?ââ You replied nonchalantly, and he cackled with laughter. âNext is the âis this man going to ruin my life?â quiz..â you added in the same cool tone, which only made him laugh harder.
âLet me know what they say,â he played along, and you could see the light blush on his cheeks.
When you finally saw the taco truck he had mentioned, your mouth fell open. Danny parked the jeep and helped you out before escorting you over to the seating area set up beside the truck. It had fairy lights draped over a little awning that covered a few bistro tables.
âPick a seat and Iâll grab the food. Steak okay?â He started to walk away but paused to wait for your answer. âOh shit! You donât have any food allergies or dietary restrictions do you? Iâm sorry I didnât think to ask before..â he started to ramble nervously, and it made you laugh softly.
âNo, Iâm good. Steak sounds perfect. Not too spicy, though..â you replied, and he nodded in agreement. You glanced around the quiet area, noting the parking lot was actually adjacent to a dog park where you could see a man throwing tennis balls for his three brindle dogs.
âHere we are. Honey lime steak tacos with an avocado cremaâŠfucking amazing,â he pretended to wipe drool from his mouth after setting them down in front of you.
You took one bite and nearly moaned. âYouâre the best kidnapper ever,â you mumbled through a mouthful of food.
He snorted a laugh before taking a sip of his drink. The rest of the meal was more or less the same as your golf date. You bantered back and forth, flirting and teasing, but mostly laughing. He was clever, intelligent, and he listened. Like he filed away each quip or secret that you dropped in conversation for future use. It was mesmerizing and refreshing.
When dinner was over, the two of you climbed back into his jeep and buckled up. You felt anxious suddenly because the date was coming to an end, and you didnât want it to. You glanced over at him, only to feel the same nervous energy.
Moments of silence passed while he drove, but he broke it when he said, âDo you care if we make one more stop? I want to show you something..â
Your heart nearly fell to your ass. This was definitely gonna be the murder part of the night. You had known he seemed too good to be true.
Before you could panic too much, he quickly added, âI swear Iâm not a murderer!â
âThatâs exactly what a murderer would say!â You replied a little too loudly before laughing anxiously. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. âYou promise?â
He smiled warmly, âI promise.â Then he took a deep breath and added, âJust donât run awayâŠbecause itâs at this warehouse and itâs gonna look even more sketchy before it gets better..â
âI donât run,â you laughed at the thought. âWell, unless itâs from emotionally unavailable men with guitars..â
He cackled. âIâll have to keep that in mind,â he bemused.
The warehouse was smaller than expected and definitely looked a little more murdery than youâd prefer, but you put on a brave face and followed him inside where you found a full drum kit sitting on top of an old worn-out rug. The walls had some soundproofing material hung on them, and a tangled weave of cords ran from the amps to empty spaces that were likely filled by guitars, bass, and microphones more often than not.
As you pieced together what youâre looking at, Danny smiled. âWhen things get too loud, I come here toâŠwell I guess to make things louder,â he laughed quietly to himself.
He didnât say anything else, he just sat behind the kit and started playing. Slow at first, almost lazy, before building into a rhythm that thudded in your chest like a second heartbeat. Watching himâfocused, intense, passionate and aliveâyour breath got caught in your throat.
Suddenly, he looked up, eyes locked on yours, and the beat shifted. It became rougher, louder, like the sound made by a man daring you to feel something.
You didnât realize youâd moved closer until you could practically feel the heat and wind from his movements.
All of a sudden, he stopped playing and silence slammed into the space, leaving an incessant tingling in your ears.
âYou good?â he asked, voice huskier now, mouth tilted in that crooked, knowing way.
You nodded. Barely. âYeah, why?
âBecause youâre looking at me like you want to kiss me or youâre afraid of me..â
You tilted your head. âWhat if itâs both?â
He stood, slowly, until the space between you evaporated. âThen Iâm really hoping you kiss me first,â he whispered. âBecause Iâm not sure Iâll survive the second option.â
Your breath hitched, and for a second, the air buzzed with indecision.
Then you kissed him.
And it was nothing like you expected.
He didnât rush. He didnât dominate. He kissed like the musician you now knew he wasâtiming, rhythm, restraint, then heat. Like he wanted to memorize the way your mouth moved. Like you were a melody he couldnât stop playing, one that he longed to figure out.
When you finally pulled back, dazed and breathless, he brushed his thumb across your cheek. The feel of his rough calluses making you shiver.
âStill think Iâm gonna ruin your life?â he asked softly.
You swallowed. âYeah.â
âGood,â he murmured. âItâs only fair. Youâre already ruining mine.â
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