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406 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 10, 2023
Haughty, confident, and charming, and then fragile, brittle, and fiercely protective of an inner vulnerability he rarely let anyone know existed.
Did I tell him that I was already in love with him, as ridiculous as that was? Six days together, six weeks apart, and he still had my heart in his hands. I didn’t know his favorite food or his favorite movie or what kind of toothpaste he used, but I knew he was a man who was kind to a child, who told stories about Bluey and PAW Patrol, and who’d looked like his own heart had broken when I’d told him about my father.
I wanted the hand-holds and our fingers tangled around the stem of a wine glass, the tender glances and the soft caresses. I wanted him to see that I was wearing his sea-turtles ring on my middle finger again. I’d slipped it back on weeks ago, and now there were days where I’d lose myself in memories while staring at the faded outlines of the turtles, remembering a text Wyatt had sent or a photo of Peanut or his vines, or, if I pouted hard enough, of himself. He wasn’t into selfies.
It was indescribable, these feelings Noël sparked inside me. I wanted to crawl into his lap and cradle his face in my hands, look into his eyes and whisper, ‘Where have you been all my life?�
“And on your first day of vacation in nine years, you decided to feed a drunk stranger two burgers in a bar?�
Wyatt shrugged and smiled, then simply said, “Well, one burger was supposed to be mine.�
Feet over my head. My dreams were soaring for the moon. Anything could happen here. I could fall in love. Maybe I already had.
1. Tal Bauer likes red wine
2. ’m not religious but I worship Talbert
3. Only Tal can come back from me starting to dislike a character
4. Wyatt is baby
How did I ask him to stay with me, to not leave, to spend the rest of today, this evening, tonight, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow at my side?
I wanted to crawl into his lap and cradle his face in my hands, look into his eyes and whisper, Where have you been all my life?
“Wyatt laughed. The sound fell over his shoulders and through me and into the wind. If I’d been brave enough to turn around,
I might have seen it tumbling on the waves.�