I feel tears blurring my vision from the happiness I'm feeling inside.
"I love you," I say. "I loved you, all those years ago. I loved you again, without remembering who you were. And now that I remember everything, I love you even more."
Luke brushes his lips against mine before hovering on top of me. Our kiss is slow and passionate, filled with so many emotions.
When we pull away, I see those beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me. I'm drowning again in them, drowning in his love.
"I love you so fucking much, Cassie," he rasps. "You're my everything."
And with that said, he captures my lips againin a tantalizing kiss.
49
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AIDEN
I've been waiting for this morning—I even dreamt about it last night. Wait, I remember my dream. That's so cool.
I'm so excited.
Today, I'm going to take a walk with Mom and Dad in this amazing city where they met for the first time, where Uncle Victor loved to paint.
Dad even told me that I can see real artists painting in front of the lake. I can't wait.
"Look! A snowman." Dad exclaims as we step out of the house.
I rush to it. The snowman is as tall as I am. His hands are made of tree branches, and he has a red hat on top of his head.
"What a coincidence," Dad says. "Coming all this way to greet Aiden, aren't you, Mr. Snowman?"
Dad speaks as if I don’t know that he made this snowman the entire morning. Standing beside the snowman, Dad crosses his arms over his chest, flashing a cocky grin, like he's the coolest person on earth.
Well, heis.
"Say hi to Mr. Olive," Dad says.
"Dad." I roll my eyes. "It'sOlaf."
Mom steps out of the house too, closing the door behind her. She walks toward me and puts a wool hat with ear flaps on my head to keep me warm.
"There you go." She smiles. Mom always worries about me. "Where do you want to go, Aiden? What do you want to have forbreakfast? You can have it with hot chocolate too, with marshmallows." She raises her brows.
There are so many yummy things going in my mind now.
Croissant.
Cheese.
Hot chocolate sounds perfect.
Seeing me deep in thought, Mom giggles before bending down to hug me. I close my eyes and hug her back.
I wish she knew that nothing is warmer than her hug.
After saying bye to the snowman, we walk hand in hand toward the street, Mom on my right, Dad on my left.
I plaster on the widest grin that I've ever had on my face. What could be better? In this perfect winter, we're strolling around this beautiful town that has brought my parents together.
