“Shit.” I take a staggering step back. She is mine, and I don’t want to lose her. Low is perfect in every way, and all I want to do is spend every free moment with her. She’s all I think about from eyelids open until I’m knocked unconscious later that night, and then she’s there dancing around in my dreams, making me hungry for her in every single way. I meant what I said to her. It’s as if she’s heaven-sent. Low and I belong to oneanother.
And then it hits me like a five-ton brownie. I’m in love with the girl. I can’t see a day in the future without her smile in it. I’m gone, toast, head over fuckingheels.
My body goes numb with shock as the revelation sinks in. “I’m in love with Low,” Iwhisper.
Then, overhead, like a twist that only fate can provide, a warm song blares through the speakers as Bertie Higgins belts out that old familiar tune—“KeyLargo”.
I blink up at the ceiling. It mustbefate.
Low and I arehappening.
For the first time in what feels like a decade, everything in me soars at thethought.
I’m in lovewithLow.
I start grinning like a loon, and Ican’tstop.
Don’twantto.
