"Dear Iris,
Should I be surprised that I was falling in love with you a second time? Should I be surprised that your words found me here, even in the darkness? That I’ve been carrying your E. letters close to my heart like they are a shield to protect me?"
“You want to know something true? Something real? I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I’m grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won’t have to face a day without you in it.
“I want you more than my next breath, but I can’t fuck you into looking at me like you used to. I refuse to use sex as a tool to get you back.”
He takes my hand and presses it to my chest.
“Not when I want to be here.”
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Ahhhhggbhhv
Xaden mf Riorson!!??!
“Or what?”
He leans in, his eyes sharpening.
“Or I’ll get busy unfalling for you,” I spit out. Surprise flares in his eyes a second before a corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.
“Good luck with that. I tried it for a good five months. Let me know how it works out for you.”
“The last thing I want is the girl I’m obsessed with to tell me she’s proud of me for going to therapy...
“I knew you were obsessed.” “Yes, Emilie Hornby, I’m here to tell you that I’m a little obsessed with you.
With this.” He raised his hands and cupped my face.
“With us.”