Take Me Home - Part 5
Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. Youâre aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But youâve both got a past youâre running from.Â
AN: Welcome back, friends! Weâre gonna start ramping up from here on out.
Word Count: 5K
Tags/Warnings: Angst and tension, a bit of heartbreak, a little Shakespeare, and another small cliffhangerâŠ
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Part 5: Not That Simple
âIâm keeping close tabs on Carla and Emily just to be safe,â Beau admitted.Â
Your face became the picture of concern. But before you could respond, a man approached the table, tall and lean, with a shaggy cut of dark blonde hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a gray Chicago FD t-shirt.Â
Your face paled, and your mouth parted in surprise.Â
âHey there, stranger,â he said with a smile.Â
âMichael?â you gasped. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
Beauâs eyes widened. Michael was younger than him, closer to your age. And cocky too. Â
âHey, baby,â Michael said. His smile quirked with charm, but his next words were anything but charming.Â
âWe need to talk,â he said, raising his brows.
âWe actually donât,â you retorted in a firmer voice. Cold even. You straightened in your seat.Â
Beau saw none of your softness and good humor from earlier. This was a different woman, and he was actually proud of you for standing your ground. Though he realized then that heâd never gotten on your bad side. (He hoped he never did.)
Michael frowned, sighing through his nose. He seemed to expect your reaction, to an extent, but was still disappointed. His gaze slid to Beau.Â
Seeming to realize his manners were lacking, he reached out his hand.
âSorry for interrupting. Michael Hadley,â he greeted.
Beau stared at the other manâs hand for a moment. Instead of shaking it, he held all his true thoughts inside and flashed the newcomer an easy grin, as well as the badge on his belt.Â
âSheriff Arlen,â he replied, raising a brow. âSo youâre Michael.â
Michael met your eyes briefly, then Beauâs again. Michaelâs hand lowered back to his side.
âSo sheâs talked about me,â he said.
Beauâs eyes were sharper when they took the other man in.Â
âOh, believe you me, thatâs not something to brag about, Mike.â
You had to bite your lip so you wouldnât smile. Michaelâs politeness thinned, but just as his mouth opened to offer a retort, Cassie and Jenny returned with the drinks.
âHi, there,â Jenny said with civility (sort of), but her blue eyes raked over Michael in an assessing way. Sheâd clocked your surprise and discomfort from across the room.
âSorry, didnât mean to stop the party,â Michael said, making you want to scoff.
Of course you did, you thought.
âIâm Michael, her fiancĂ©,â he tried to introduce himself with an outstretched hand. Jenny also ignored that hand in order to set down the drinks.
It gave you the opportunity to interject with some reality.
âYouâre missing an ex in there. As in no longer, and wish weâd never been,â you said. You crossed your arms and met Michaelâs annoyed look with your firm one.
He eventually sighed and rested a hand on the back of the booth, behind your seat. You twisted to face him, but you were purposeful in leaning away from him.
Beau had to just watch the scene unfold. He didnât like the way Michael leaned in, crowding your personal space when you were clearly trying to create distance.
âCan we talk?â Michael asked you. âPlease?â
For a moment, you paused with indecision. You didnât want to make a scene here in the middle of a bar. Not in front of your friends, where half of them were police officers. You didnât want to stop them from having a good time either.
You met Cassie and Jennyâs eyes, and finally Beauâs. Despite the controlled, almost lazy way heâd handled Michael, you could see he didnât look happy. You sighed.
âSorry. Give me a minute,â you said. You got up out of the booth and went with Michael to a somewhat private corner across the restaurant.
Meanwhile, Beau tried not to seem like he was keeping an eye on you two. Cassie and Jenny were too, while sipping on their respective drinks.
âWhatâs the story there?â Cassie asked.
âCheating ex,â Beau supplied.
âGreat,â Jenny said wryly. Her lips pursed as she met Cassieâs knowing frown. Theyâd been there before.
Cassie turned to Beau and bumped his shoulder with her own.Â
âYou okay there, Sheriff?â Cassie asked him. Beau flashed her a look that showed he was unsettled.Â
âIâve got another one to add to the punch list,â he replied.
âI canât believe youâd ambush me like this!â you whisper-yelled.
Michael crossed his arms in defense. The two of you ducked a server who was coming in hot with a plate of buffalo chicken wings.
âYou came all the way to Montana? For what?â you continued. âI already said everything I had to say to you last year. And at Maryâs funeral. Thanks again for that, asshole.â
âThatâs such a lie! You wouldnât even talk to me at the funeral,â Michael shot back. âAnd you havenât been answering my calls, my emails. What the hell was I supposed to do?â
âYouâre supposed to respect me,â you snapped. Though you couldnât help the emotion making your voice shake, just a little. âYouâre supposed to respect me, and my choices. Thatâs what youâre supposed to do. But I donât why I should expect you to start now."
You started to walk away from him, but he grabbed at your hand. You turned back around and jerked your hand out of his grasp.
âItâs over. Itâs been over for months. Damn near a year,â you said. âWhat do you want?â
He looked down at you through sad eyes under his furrowed brows.
âI never wanted it to be over,â he said quietly.
âWell, you pretty much made that decision for us,â you said, crossing your arms. You didnât know whether it was to stand firm, or to shield yourself. âAnd Iâm done. Quite frankly, I could live the rest of my life without seeing you again.â
âCome on. You donât mean that,â he said.
He genuinely looked gutted, which was the confusing part. You shook your head and tried to blink the frustrated tears out of your eyes.
âI donât know what you want from me,â you said.
âI want to say Iâm sorry. And I am, more than you know. I wantâŠI want to ask if you can forgive me,â he all but pleaded. He touched your arms, not quite grasping. For the first time since youâd known him, he seemed desperate. âLook, you know how hard it was for me to come out here and beg like a dog, but here I amâŠbecause I still love you.â
You were shocked into silence for a moment, but not out of happiness.
Then, you had to sigh. You held up a hand against his chest, a subtle move at pushing him away.Â
âI canât give that to you. Even your apology is hollow. Because what you didâŠâ you said, on a halting breath. âYou did it to me for years, Michael. Pretty much from the beginning of our relationship, if it ever was one.âÂ
You shook your head as a tear made its way down your cheek.Â
âAnd if you could do that, then you never really loved me,â you said.
Michaelâs eyes fell away, to hide the emotion stinging in them.
âSoâŠjust go home,â you told him. âBe with Kate if you want. I could really give a shit.â
Once again, Michael held your wrist when you tried to leave, this time more gently. He met you with frustrated blue eyes. Those eyes you used to drown in.Â
âSheâs not you,â he said.Â
You slipped out of his grip and uttered a laugh devoid of all humor.
âThat, you shouldâve known from the beginning,â you said.
He was hurt.
And when he was hurt, he tended to cover it up with anger. His jaw began to work with frustration.
âWhat, so youâre just going to run away? Live in this dusty piece of shit town until you die?â he said, with the derision youâd come to expect from him when he didnât get what he wanted.Â
âGo home, Michael,â you repeated. âIâm not going back.âÂ
âEverything okay?â Beau asked, when you finally returned to the table. He didnât tell you that he, Jenny, and Cassie had been watching on standby, in case Michael tried to press his luck and get more grabby. It had taken everything within Beau to stay in his seat for the past ten minutes.
You gave him a smile and took up the shot of tequila Cassie had brought for you. You downed it and grimaced at the burn.
âIâm good,â you said, with a bit of difficulty. Part of you felt accomplished, that youâd faced Michael and hadnât let him soften your resolve. Yet there was a big part of youânot so deep downâthat felt like utter crap.
âSorry for the unnecessary drama,â you muttered.Â
Jenny gave you a more serious look. One that said she had no problem stepping in if she needed to.
âIf you ever feel unsafe, just let one of us know,â she said.Â
âThatâs right. If he doesnât leave it alone, all you need to do is call,â Beau added. Cassie echoed that sentiment with a nod. You met Beauâs gaze, despite the uncertainty inside you.
If you need me, call me, his eyes said.Â
You nodded then, with a thankful smile.Â
Beau couldnât help it. He felt protective of you. It welled up in his chest and simultaneously felt heavy like a stone. And he could admit, if just to himself, that it was in the personal sense.Â
He tried to remember that his life was complicated right now. Too complicated probably, for all of thatâŠbut he cared about you. And he didnât want to see you hurt.
Out of the corner of his eye, Beau spotted Michael Hadley at the bar. He was drinking a beer with an angry frown, and no good written all over his face.
Carla called Beau in a tizzy yesterday morning.Â
Not only had Avery bought a gun, but heâd given her some unhinged, quasi- âIf I dieâ speech that had freaked her the hell out.Â
In searching Averyâs vacant hotel room, Beau found the missing pages of Paigeâs journal. Pages that contained a seed phrase passcode to unlock the $15 million crypto account she and Luke had stolen.Â
If Avery had those pages, then it only confirmed that Avery had made a play for the money in order to save his failing business. He was attempting to break the encrypted code to unlock the account, likely for the shady-ass people Paige stole the money from in the first place. Â
Naturally, Beau had gone looking to bring the man in for questioning. Heâd found Avery at a different, much seedier hotel, being led away by another man who walked and talked like a killer. Beau rightly assumed he was a hitman, gunning for Avery, and quite literally about to take out the trash.
Maybe the people he was working with were tired of waiting on him to unlock the account. Or maybe heâd already done it, and now theyâd decided they didnât need him anymore.
Beau was able to save Averyâs life, shooting the hitman. Then heâd arrested Avery. In return for that save, Avery had been giving Beau the runaround all night, with a side helping of audacity.Â
âWhatâs your plan here, man?â Beau asked. He leaned forward in his chair across from Averyâs. A narrow table lied in between them within the small holding cell for questioning.Â
âNew identity? Thailand? Or maybe youâre not into the whole heat thing. Maybe Winnipeg,â Beau posed, with all due sarcasm. âYou see, these people donât forgive. And they donât forget. And the ones that steal from them rarely die alone, which means you have put Carla, and youâve put my daughter into danger. Did you even think about that?â
Right about now, Beau himself was beyond forgive and forget. In fact, he was irate. But he held it all down beneath a thin line of professionalism, despite the fire in his eyes.Â
Avery rested his elbows on the table as well.
âEverything Iâve done has been to protect my family. Thatâs all you need to know,â he said. âYou on the other hand. Youâve made quite the mess, havenât you? Killing that man put us all in more danger.â
He then leaned back in his chair, as if he held all the cards, and Beau was just a monkey wrench in his plans. It was a good front, but Beau saw right through it all. Avery was bluffing through his ass.
Still, he put on a good show.
âAnd now Iâd very much like to speak to my lawyer,â he said.Â
It took everything within the sheriff to stop himself from reaching across the table, grabbing the other man by the collar, and yanking him down hard on the table, face-first.Â
Instead, he got up from his seat, deceptively calm. The only explosion of his rage came when he kicked his chair hard on his way out, making it slide across the room and hit the wall. He yanked the cell door open and closed it firm behind him.
He knew he couldnât hold Avery, not even on Paigeâs journal pages. As Avery had so cleverly pointed out, the money hadnât been reported stolen (why would criminals drop a dime on themselves?). So Beau would let Avery go, for now. All he could do was wait for the cocky son of a bitch to mess up, even more than he already had.Â
Beau hated waiting.
But his next step was returning to his office and calling Carla. He asked her to join Emily in staying with him, until this thing with Avery blew over. Likely the people he was working with knew where he lived, knew how to find Carla and Emily.Â
Carla sounded shaken even on the phone, but she agreed.
âIs Emily at work right now?â he asked.
âYeah. Iâll tell her,â Carla said, releasing a breath. âIâll take her to your place again tonight, and Iâll bring an overnight bag for myself.â
âGood,â he said. âThank you.â
After hanging up, Beau leaned back in his office chair and covered his bearded face with his hands. He rubbed at his tired eyes. What the hell do I do now?Â
The answer eluded him, especially when a knock sounded against his door, disturbing his thoughts. He sighed.
âYeah?â
âItâs me,â you answered from behind the door. âI come bearing baked goods.â
Beauâs eyes widened in surprise. He beckoned you to come in, and so you did.Â
âWorking hard, or hardly working?â you teased.
The sight of you was a balm to his frayed mind. Your familiar face, your pretty yellow sundress, the way youâd done your hair. It all managed to kick up his smile at seeing yours. Not to mention the delicious smelling basket you carried on your arm. The top was covered with a red checkered cloth.Â
âHey, there. Howâre you doinâ?â he greeted, trying to hide the brunt of his former frustration and worry behind a more upbeat attitude.Â
He knew he hadnât done well enough when your smile began to fall.Â
âSorry, did I come at a bad time?â you asked in concern. âDeputy Poppernak told me I could stop in real quickâŠâ
Beau shook his head and waved you in. âItâs all right. Come in, please.âÂ
He stood and walked around his desk to sit on its edge.Â
âI have a feeling Iâm gonna want whateverâs in that basket,â he added, nodding at the whicker you carried. You offered it to him, and your warm hand brushed his on the exchange.Â
âJust a little something,â you said. âAnd an apology for making a scene at the bar last night.â
Beau frowned. âYouâre not really blaming yourself for that, are you?â
Though he soon brightened, whistling lowly when he found a half dozen chocolate chip muffins under the checkered cloth. A smile grew across his face when it dawned on him. The first thing you offered him when he met you was this very same treat.Â
He had a feeling your muffins would be even better. (...And he tried not to think about the potential double meaning there.)
âDamn, between you and your aunt Denise, Iâm gonna have to start running again,â he quipped. His eyes met yours in amusement. âAnd between you and me, I freakinâ hate running.â
You chuckled at that. âIâm more of a yoga girl, myself.â
Beauâs brows rose in interest, but again, he tried not to picture you in some tight-ass yoga pants.
âThank you for this,â he said, instead, waving the basket of muffins. He set it down beside him on the desk. âI definitely needed a pick-me-up today.â
You searched his face and began to frown at what you saw there. He both looked and soundedâŠtired, down. Not himself.Â
You drew closer and chanced resting a hand on his arm. âHey, are you okay?â
Beau glanced down at your hand. He took in a deep breath through his nose before he met your gaze again.
âYeah, donât you worry. Everythingâs fine,â he said. You gave him a somewhat chiding look.
âBeau, you donât have to tell me itâs okay when itâs not,â you said.
He considered you ruefully. He shouldâve known you were perceptive enough to see right through him. Or maybe he was just a shit actor.Â
He blew out a breath and nodded. âI asked Carla and Emily to stay with me for the next few days. At least until this investigation of Avery plays out.â
Your patient expression melted into worry. You had a feeling he wouldnât do that unless things were truly dangerous.Â
âSee, thatâs what I didnât wanna see,â he said, lightly bumping a curled finger under your chin. Despite yourself, you smiled a little. âI just want them where I can see them, is all.âÂ
He was putting on a good front, but you werenât convinced. And Beau could see that. He nodded at you to change the subject.Â
âHas Mike tried to contact you?â he asked. It was your turn to let out a sigh.
âOnly two calls and eleven texts before lunch, but Iâm not answering. Heâll get the hint and go home soon,â you said.Â
But Beau was perceptive too. He knew you well enough to read your added thoughts as you frowned and looked away. It said, At least, you hope he will.Â
Beau wanted to reassure you, not just to help make you feel safe, but because his gut churned with both unease and anger at the thought of that guy harassing you.Â
Beau reached out and gave into the temptation to stroke a thumb across your cheek, earning not just your attention, but your widening eyes.Â
âHey. No more worrying, huh?â he said. His voice was quieter, warmer. He gave you a smile, along with an assured look.
âIf anything happensââ he started to say, but you actually beat him to it. You held his hand to your cheek, surprising him this time.
âYeah, I know. Iâve got the sheriff on speed dial,â you said. Your smile was sweet and teasing.Â
Beau had to smile back. His gaze roamed your face. Then your eyes dipped down to his lips. There was heat between you, prickling across your skin and zipping up his spine. It was an inevitable, raw kind of feeling.
He wanted, more than anything, to lean in those precious few inches and find out what you tasted likeâŠÂ He wanted nothing more than to haul you up on this desk, hands sliding up the skirt of that sundress. Â
But he held himself back with more self-control than he thought himself capable of. His hand fell away from your cheek. You looked up at him in confusion, and a bit of hurt.
âIâm sorry,â he said, in a lowered voice. âMy life isâŠcomplicated.â
âAnd mineâs not?â you countered.
âNot the same,â Beau said. âTrust me. I uh, Iâve got some things in my past that Iâm not proud of. Letâs just say youâre better off steering clear.â
âLetâs just say?â you repeated. Your brows drew together in frustration. âWhy donât you just say it? God knows you know everything about my messy life.â
Beau sighed. His gaze fell away from yours.Â
âItâs not that simple, darlinâ,â he said.Â
He saw your disappointment, tinged with disbelief. As much as he didnât want to hurt you, he also didnât really have time to explain things properly to you. The truth was, he didnât have time for this.Â
âLookââ he tried, but you cut him off.
âNo. Itâs fine, I guess,â you said. You looked down at your shoes and muttered, mostly to yourself. âEm was right. You are an old clam.â
âWhat?â Beau asked in confusion.Â
You shook your head and withdrew from him.Â
âOkay, sorry. I justâŠyou know what? I need to go,â you stumbled over your words a bit, and you backed away.   Â
It had Beau feeling at a loss already, not to mention the lance of guilt hitting him between the ribs. He stretched out a hand to you.
âWaitââ
You were too quick for him to stop, however. He watched you leave his office in a hurry, and mentally kicked himself all the while. He sighed and looked over at what youâd left behindâthe damn basket of muffins. They smelled heavenly. Torturing him.Â
Damn it all, he thought, until he played back the reel of what youâd said in his mind.
âOld clam?â he repeated.Â
Once again, a knock on his office door disturbed his thoughts. Except this time, it was Deputy Poppernak.
He stopped short, seeing the furrowed look of confused, guilty frustration on the sheriffâs face.Â
âEverything okay, boss?âÂ
âFine,â Beau said, shaking his head. âWhat dâyou got?â
Poppernak hesitated for a second, but he held up a file that he passed along.Â
âHereâs everything I could dig up on the guy from the hotel shooting,â he said.Â
 Good, Beau thought. A worthy distraction.Â
You gave Poppernak a belated wave on your way out. You didnât want to answer any questions or talk to anyone else. You just wanted to escape to your car, where you covered your face with your hands and tried to breathe through the tears stinging in your eyes.
Once again, you felt stupid. Your heart was racing in the worst of ways.
So you peeled out of the police station and headed homeâŠ
Or rather, you almost headed home. When you saw Dewell & Hoyt P.I. coming up on the right side of the road, you turned into the parking lot and went inside to see if your aunt was working.Â
Cassie wasnât in, but Denise and Emily were. You greeted them both with warm hugs (and you tried to hide your frustrations from the latter, especially).Â
âWhat brought you in, hun?â Denise asked.Â
âNothing really. I was just in the area and decided to pop in,â you replied with a shrug. Denise smiled and rubbed your arm.
âWell good. Emâs actually going on a coffee run for us. You want anything?â
âNo, no, Iâm good,â you said.Â
âYou sure?â said Emily. âI can get you a banana bread or something.â
You smiled and shook your head, touching her arm in thanks. âItâs okay, honey. I just had lunch not too long ago.â
âOkay. Oh hey! Did you ask Dad about being on the podcast?â Emily asked.Â
You blinked as you went blank for a moment. The last thing you wanted to do right now was see that man (even if your heart called you a liar). You narrowly kept yourself from lying to Emily as well.
âUh, yeah, we did talk about it. Heâs on board with the idea,â you said, trying to give her a smile. Maybe it didnât reach your eyes, but Emily seemed to buy it. She smiled back in triumph.
âYes! Okay, this is good. Now I just gotta start thinking of some questions and weâll set a date to record the first episode,â she said, doing a little fist pump into the air.Â
You tried to match her enthusiasm, but you knew you were falling short. Denise could see it too. Lucky for you, Emily ran off to get to the nearby bakery, the excitement keeping her face bright all the while.Â
Denise turned to you knowingly.Â
âOkay, grab a seat. Iâll make us some tea, and you can tell me whatâs got you looking white as a sheet,â she said.
You sighed and sat down in the lounge areaâa seating of couches and a chaise. You sat on the couch while Denise took the chaise. And between mugs of jasmine tea, you told her everything that happened at the precinct when you went to visit Beau.
When you were done explaining, Denise looked contemplative and sympathetic. However, you knew there was more to that look.Â
âOkay. Honey, I know you donât want to hear this, but heâs in a complex situation right now,â she said. âBetween investigating Avery, and how itâs falling back on Carla and Emilyââ
âI know. He told me about that,â you said. You were worried about them too. While you didnât know Carla all that well, your friendship with Emily meant something to you. And not just because you had someâŠunnamed feelings for her father.Â
Your bond with Emily had started at that damned camp, and solidified the night of Maryâs murder. âTrauma bondingâ was a thing for a reason. But besides that experience, you genuinely enjoyed the girlâs company, hearing her talk about her interests in school, careers she was considering after college, and even helping her explore her creative side. She was young, but she was bright and mature for her age.Â
You cared about what all this was putting her throughâŠthough you finally realized that Emily might not be comfortable with the thought of âyou and Beau.â
âI donât want to upset Emily with all this either,â you admitted. âI donât even know what she thinks of her dad possibly dating again.â
And something else you hadnât considered. Could all this shakeup between Avery and Carla, not to mention her and Emily staying at Beauâs place nowâŠ
âGod. Maybe he wants to get back together with his ex-wife,â you realized, with some small shock.Â
It wasnât inconceivable, and it had tears welling up in your eyes for a whole different reason.
"Oh, honey, you don't know that," Denise started to say. You shook your head and set down your tea.
âYou know what? Iâm just gonna go home,â you said, but Denise tried to keep you with gentle hands on your arms.
âCome on. You donât have to go,â she said.Â
You shook your head and eased out of her grasp.Â
âSorry. I justâŠitâs his choice, and if heâs already made itâŠâ you trailed. You didnât want to even acknowledge that your heart was fracturing. âWell, if thatâs the case, then I have to respect that.â
Denise didnât know what else to say to you. But that was just as well.Â
âTell Em Iâm sorry, but I had to go,â you said.Â
Denise protested, but you left Dewell & Hoyt before your tears could fall in earnest.Â
When you actually got home, you were exhausted. It was a case of emotional stress weighing down your body as you forced yourself up the stairs to your second-floor apartment.
You didnât bother changing. Instead, you grabbed a familiar book of plays from your desk and dropped yourself onto the couch. You got comfortable with Much Ado About Nothing. You hadnât finished reading it while at the camp, and you needed to brush up on it if you were going to be mentally prepared for the coming school year.
It felt like a world away, but at least with the characters in Much Ado, you had familiar ground. In the scene you were reading, the main characters, Beatrice and Benedick, were already at each otherâs throats:
BENEDICK: What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living? Â
BEATRICE: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if you come in her presence. Â
BENEDICK: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none.Â
BEATRICE: A dear happiness to women. They would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood I am of your humor for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
It was hard to believe that these two were supposed to fall in love. Actually, their later âepiphaniesâ would lead them to realize that the sniping and the arguments and the misunderstandings between them had been love all alongâŠ
But youâd come to realize that there was no âBenedickâ for you in real life. Sometimes, the angry sniping wasnât sexual tension. It was just a man whoâd never truly respect you.
And sometimes, the arguments and misunderstandings were just two people in the right place at the wrong time, never quite meant to be.Â
Thankfully, a knock at your door interrupted your romantic musings.Â
Releasing a sigh, you set Much Ado on the glass coffee table in front of you. You got up from the couch and went to the front door, where you looked in the peephole. Your lips drew into a frown, but your disbelief had you unlocking the door before you could think better of it.
âMichael?! What are you doing here?â you asked.Â
He stood there with determination set across his face.
âWe really need to talk.â
AN: *Sigh.* This guy just doesn't learn, does he? And I'm not just talking about Michael.
Next Time:
âIf you give me one more chance, I promise I wonât mess it up again. Iâll be the man you deserve,â Michael said, taking your hand and uncrossing your arms in the process.Â
âBelieve it or not, I took a week off without pay, just to be here and get a chance to say this to you: I love you. I love you. And I know now that itâs meant to be you.â
You hesitated, and even made the mistake of looking up into his eyes.
Ko-Fi Me â
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