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into one amazingly perfect kiss.
“I love you, Catalina. I will think about you every day, dream of you at night, and look forward to having your body wrapped around mine. I hope you understand, no matter what happens I will love you unconditionally. I’m just scared of losing you.
“Sometimes I feel so unworthy of you because your soul is so heart-crushingly beautiful and I’m just . . . me. A part of me feels I went through that shit with Olivia because you were meant to walk into my life. It was because fate had you in store for me.”
His sincerity moves my soul, and now more than ever I understand why he’s been out of sorts. My hands rise to his face to cup his jaw, and my eyes gaze into his, which look greener than usual with the morning light filtering through the windowpane.
“Why do you say such beautiful things, Stryder? Like you, I feel undeserving of this love, but I guess that’s why God brought us together. I used to roll my eyes at those scenes in movies where the protagonists go over the top with their love declarations, but now I totally get it. It’s not cheesy when your heart knits feelings into words. I had it so wrong.”
Stryder kisses the tip of my nose and rises to stand. Extending his hand, he helps me up, brings me close to his chest, and declares, “You are everything to me.”
The way he says those words−full of conviction and unmistakable confidence−rattles me down to my soul. It’s as if those words have the ability to travel down to the deepest confines of my soul and knock down that final ice wall he’s been chipping at since the moment we met. I still can’t believe that, of all people, it would be the random stranger I met on a flight who would break down all of my walls, steal my heart, and make it his.
I STAND IN FRONT OF the window, holding onto my girl and feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Wishful thoughts of growing old and grey beside Catalina take over my mind, and a sly smile creeps over my lips. There is no doubt in my mind I have found the woman I want to call my wife. This may sound crazy, and maybe my heart is moving faster than my feet, but I don’t care. This love makes me sick with happiness, and damn me if I don’t want to be cured.
The conversation between Cat and me could’ve gone in a different direction. She could’ve gotten pissed off at my trust issues and moreover hurt at the mere mention of Oli, but that’s what separates Catalina from all the women I’ve ever been with before. She gets me and it is so odd, yet gratifying, to know she can put her feelings aside and listen to what I have to say with an open heart.
I’m relieved knowing Catalina will be waiting for me when I return from my assignment. I dismiss the urge to decline all incoming job offers to stay here with her; the reason behind it was wrong and brought on by my insecurities rather than necessity. Catalina doesn’t deserve that. I desperately need to get my head back in the game, and make a mental note to call Mom and chat with her about this. If anyone gives me spectacular advice in my life, that’s my Mom. In a weird way, Catalina reminds me of her. I smile, remembering Jackson’s party where she was teaching Catalina the basic steps of the Cha-cha.
Then there is Catalina’s vacation . . . It’s good to know she’ll be surrounded by my family and helping Jackson during his recovery. Between her, Kaelan, and Kathy, Jax should be up and snowboarding in no time. We just need to get through the next few days, attend Chris’s and Rem’s funerals, and try to move on with all of our lives. The thought that it could have been Jackson’s funeral we’re attending makes me shiver.
Breaking our hold, I bring Catalina back to the bed and tuck her in. Her eyes search mine and, kissing her lips chastely, I say, “I’m going to get us some breakfast at the main building. I need to get some fresh air. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Catalina pouts her
“I love you, Catalina. I will think about you every day, dream of you at night, and look forward to having your body wrapped around mine. I hope you understand, no matter what happens I will love you unconditionally. I’m just scared of losing you.
“Sometimes I feel so unworthy of you because your soul is so heart-crushingly beautiful and I’m just . . . me. A part of me feels I went through that shit with Olivia because you were meant to walk into my life. It was because fate had you in store for me.”
His sincerity moves my soul, and now more than ever I understand why he’s been out of sorts. My hands rise to his face to cup his jaw, and my eyes gaze into his, which look greener than usual with the morning light filtering through the windowpane.
“Why do you say such beautiful things, Stryder? Like you, I feel undeserving of this love, but I guess that’s why God brought us together. I used to roll my eyes at those scenes in movies where the protagonists go over the top with their love declarations, but now I totally get it. It’s not cheesy when your heart knits feelings into words. I had it so wrong.”
Stryder kisses the tip of my nose and rises to stand. Extending his hand, he helps me up, brings me close to his chest, and declares, “You are everything to me.”
The way he says those words−full of conviction and unmistakable confidence−rattles me down to my soul. It’s as if those words have the ability to travel down to the deepest confines of my soul and knock down that final ice wall he’s been chipping at since the moment we met. I still can’t believe that, of all people, it would be the random stranger I met on a flight who would break down all of my walls, steal my heart, and make it his.
I STAND IN FRONT OF the window, holding onto my girl and feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Wishful thoughts of growing old and grey beside Catalina take over my mind, and a sly smile creeps over my lips. There is no doubt in my mind I have found the woman I want to call my wife. This may sound crazy, and maybe my heart is moving faster than my feet, but I don’t care. This love makes me sick with happiness, and damn me if I don’t want to be cured.
The conversation between Cat and me could’ve gone in a different direction. She could’ve gotten pissed off at my trust issues and moreover hurt at the mere mention of Oli, but that’s what separates Catalina from all the women I’ve ever been with before. She gets me and it is so odd, yet gratifying, to know she can put her feelings aside and listen to what I have to say with an open heart.
I’m relieved knowing Catalina will be waiting for me when I return from my assignment. I dismiss the urge to decline all incoming job offers to stay here with her; the reason behind it was wrong and brought on by my insecurities rather than necessity. Catalina doesn’t deserve that. I desperately need to get my head back in the game, and make a mental note to call Mom and chat with her about this. If anyone gives me spectacular advice in my life, that’s my Mom. In a weird way, Catalina reminds me of her. I smile, remembering Jackson’s party where she was teaching Catalina the basic steps of the Cha-cha.
Then there is Catalina’s vacation . . . It’s good to know she’ll be surrounded by my family and helping Jackson during his recovery. Between her, Kaelan, and Kathy, Jax should be up and snowboarding in no time. We just need to get through the next few days, attend Chris’s and Rem’s funerals, and try to move on with all of our lives. The thought that it could have been Jackson’s funeral we’re attending makes me shiver.
Breaking our hold, I bring Catalina back to the bed and tuck her in. Her eyes search mine and, kissing her lips chastely, I say, “I’m going to get us some breakfast at the main building. I need to get some fresh air. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Catalina pouts her
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