You’re the only women I want to go to sleep holding on to and wake up next to, Rose Hawthorne. I will never leave you. I will will never forget you.
When I felt his lips against my temple, I closed my eyes. “you’re breaking my heart, baby, trying to hold on to something that should’ve never been. sign the divorce papers, Rose, Please.” “I won’t,” I whispered. “why?” he asked again. “I won’t.
You said we could try and see if there is something there. I’m being bold and saying there is something there. I thought you’d put up a big fight and deny liking me.” “Why would I do that when all I want is you? I want us to stop pretending too.
We’ll learn how. We’re in this together.
I smiled down at her, but she missed it.
I was expecting him to ask me his favorite question: What’s wrong with you?
Rose.” One word, my name, which had gained a new meaning lately. It meant no.
I sighed and looked up so I could meet his gaze. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m actually starting to consider keeping you around as my husband, permanently, Jack. I’m really liking these compliments so far, but I’m warning you, you can’t blame me when all these pretty words start to go to my head.
Being married to Jack Hawthorne had turned out to have its own advantages – apart from the broody eye candy and the almost daily arm porn, I mean.
For anyone who has ever felt like they didn’t belong.
In front of everyone, her lips became mine and I took her breath for myself, because I needed it more than she did.
I’m pushing you?” I took a step down the stairs. “I didn’t say a thing.” “Don’t come down here, Rose.” I paused. “I’m pushing you?” I started again. “How about you coming into my room and staring at me like that?” “How did I – never mind. I’m waiting for you downstairs. I don’t trust you.
You and I. It’s always you and I from now on.
The feeling of security that someone was there to hold you up when gravity was too much to handle on your own, that you had someone you could trust enough to let go.
Why did I always feel so safe when he was near me?
Are you gonna die?” His question was too much of a contradiction with the tone of his voice and his warm hand resting on my cheek, which was why I couldn’t find my words for a moment. “Did the doctor say anything like that? Is it not treatable? If that’s the case, let’s sit down and cry together and break things.
Since you like my name, would you like to marry me?” I asked. His face turned red and he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Finally he laughed and said, “What?” I shrugged. “My dad doesn’t want me to get married for at least another thirty years, but I don’t think we should wait that long. So, can we get married sooner?
He complimented my wife,” he argued. “We didn’t have time to sit around and chitchat for an hour.
We’re married, Rose. My donation is in both of our names. Let me do this.” I heard his unspoken words as if he had spoken out loud. For you. Let me do this for you.
Even your quiet I love.