His smile widens.
“You really want me to move to Nashville with you?”
“More than anything.”
“I missed you,” I admit. “So much.”
“Even though it’s been less than one day,” he says.
“Even though.” I put my arms around his neck, and stare into his beautiful dark blue eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you so much.”
We laugh.
And then suddenly everything is perfect.
Florian lifts me into his strong arms and he carries me to the massage table. The leather is cool against my back. We kiss. His lips are so tender, so gentle, and my heart rises up as if to meet him.
When I first met Florian, I thought he’d hated me.
I was wrong.
But now everything between us is beautiful.
Florian is right. My life is here. My sister is here, my job. And I do like Boston. It is the first real city I’ve lived in. I like it.
But I like Florian a million times more.
“Of course I’ll move with you,” I say. “Of course. But, uh…”
“What?”
“I’m not good enough for you,” I blurt.
Florian’s eyes round. He steps back, and I close my eyes.
I said it.
I’ve been thinking it for weeks. Not every time he took my hand, and not every time that he put his arm around me… but often enough. And every time he announced that I was his boyfriend, I thought it.
Because Florian never would have been with me if he hadn’t gotten amnesia.
CHAPTER
FORTY-FIVE
Florian
Mateo trembles before me like he thinks there’s any possibility that I’ll stop loving him.
“You know those cartoon books?” I ask.
His brow furrows. “Graphic novels?”
“Cartoons,” I say. “With ducks dressed in clothes.”
