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Short love: Chp 14

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

My apologies for the mistake. Let me correct that for you:

As Y/n stood in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast for herself and Michelle, she felt a sudden tickle in her nose. Before she could react, a series of sneezes erupted, catching her off guard.

"Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!" she sneezed, her nose tingling with discomfort.

Michelle looked up from her toys, a concerned expression on her face. "Bless you, Aunt Y/n!" she said sweetly, reaching out to pat Y/n's arm.

Y/n smiled weakly, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her. She knew that sneezing fit all too well—it was the telltale sign that she was coming down with a cold. With her wedding just three days away, the timing couldn't have been worse.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n tried to push aside her mounting worries. She couldn't afford to get sick now, not with so much left to do before the big day. But as another sneeze threatened to escape, she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that she was in for a rough few days.

Despite her best efforts to ignore her symptoms, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of impending sickness. As she continued to sneeze intermittently, she couldn't help but worry about how it would affect her ability to prepare for the wedding.

With a sigh, Y/n decided to prioritize her health and take proactive measures to combat the cold before it worsened. She made herself a warm cup of tea with honey and lemon, hoping it would soothe her throat and ease her congestion.

As she sipped the comforting brew, Y/n made a mental note to rest as much as possible in the coming days, knowing that her body needed time to recover before the wedding. Despite her concerns, she remained determined to push through and ensure that nothing would dampen the joyous occasion she had been eagerly anticipating for months.

Bradley's footsteps echoed down the staircase as he entered the kitchen, a look of surprise crossing his face as he saw Y/n's state.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he approached her.

Y/n sniffled and rubbed her nose with a tissue, offering Bradley a weak smile. "I think I'm coming down with a cold," she admitted, her voice sounding hoarse. "But don't worry, I'll be fine."

Bradley frowned, placing a hand on Y/n's forehead to check for signs of fever. "You're burning up," he observed, his worry deepening. "You need to rest and take care of yourself, especially with the wedding so close."

Y/n nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for allowing herself to get sick at such a crucial time. "I know, but there's still so much to do," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

Bradley shook his head, his expression firm. "Your health comes first," he insisted. "I'll take care of things here. You go lie down and rest. We can't have you walking down the aisle with a red nose and watery eyes."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Bradley's concern, grateful for his support. With a nod of agreement, she headed upstairs to her room, determined to heed his advice and prioritize her well-being in the days leading up to the wedding.

As Y/n attempted to protest Bradley's recommendations, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to sway unsteadily on her feet.

"Bradley, I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice wavering as she clutched onto the countertop for support.

But before she could finish her sentence, another dizzy spell hit her, leaving her feeling disoriented and weak. She closed her eyes tightly, willing the room to stop spinning.

Bradley rushed to her side, his hands steadying her as he guided her to sit down at the kitchen table. "Y/n, you need to listen to your body," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're in no condition to be running around trying to prepare for the wedding."

Y/n reluctantly nodded, realizing that Bradley was right. She had been pushing herself too hard, ignoring the signs of illness until it was almost too late. With a sigh of resignation, she allowed Bradley to take charge, knowing that she needed to prioritize her health if she wanted to be well enough to enjoy her special day.

As she sat at the table, feeling drained and defeated, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for Bradley's unwavering support and guidance. In that moment, she knew that she was in good hands, and that with his help, she would be able to overcome this setback and emerge stronger than ever for her wedding day.

Stephanie's sudden entrance startled Y/n, her heart racing with alarm as she watched her niece's panicked expression.

"Uncle Jake!" Stephanie called out urgently, her voice tinged with fear.

Y/n exchanged a worried glance with Bradley, her concern mounting at Stephanie's distress. Before she could ask what was wrong, Jake appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening in alarm as he took in the scene.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he rushed to Stephanie's side.

Stephanie pointed to Y/n, her eyes wide with alarm. "Aunt Y/n is sick!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry.

Jake's heart sank at the sight of Y/n looking pale and unwell. Without hesitation, he crossed the room to kneel beside her, his hands reaching out to gently grasp hers.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he studied her face for any signs of distress.

Y/n managed a weak smile, grateful for Jake's comforting presence. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's expression softened with concern as he placed a hand on Y/n's forehead, checking for signs of fever. "You need to rest," he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll take care of everything."

Y/n nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Jake's reassurance. With Jake and Stephanie by her side, she knew that she would be okay, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Stephanie's sudden entrance startled Y/n, her heart racing with alarm as she watched her niece's panicked expression.

"Aunt Y/n! Uncle Jake!" Stephanie called out urgently, her voice tinged with fear.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he rushed to Stephanie's side.

Stephanie pointed to Y/n, her eyes wide with alarm. "Aunt Y/n is sick!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry.

Jake's heart sank at the sight of Y/n looking pale and unwell. Without hesitation, he crossed the room to kneel beside her, his hands reaching out to gently grasp hers.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he studied her face for any signs of distress.

Y/n managed a weak smile, grateful

for Jake's comforting presence. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's expression softened with concern as he placed a hand on Y/n's forehead, checking for signs of fever. "You need to rest," he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll take care of everything."

Y/n nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Jake's reassurance. With Jake and Stephanie by her side, she knew that she would be okay, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Y/n rested against Jake's comforting presence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unwavering support. Despite her initial reluctance to admit her vulnerability, she knew deep down that Jake was right—her health had to come first.

With a deep breath, Y/n allowed herself to let go of the worries and stresses that had been weighing her down. In Jake's arms, she found solace and reassurance, knowing that she didn't have to face this challenge alone.

As the minutes passed, Y/n felt herself drifting off to sleep, the sound of Jake's steady heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, surrounded by love and warmth, she knew that everything would be okay.

With Jake by her side, Y/n felt ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that together, they could overcome any obstacle that came their way. And as she drifted off into sleep, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering love and support of her fiancé, who had stood by her through thick and thin, always ready to lend a comforting hand and a reassuring smile.

As Y/n slept peacefully in Jake's arms, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, the worries and stresses of the past few days melting away. She dreamed of their upcoming wedding day, imagining herself walking down the aisle towards Jake, surrounded by their loved ones and bathed in the warm glow of happiness and love.

In her dream, Y/n saw herself exchanging vows with Jake, promising to love and cherish him for all eternity. She felt a surge of emotion as they sealed their commitment with a tender kiss, their hearts overflowing with joy and gratitude.

As the dream continued, Y/n envisioned their future together—filled with laughter, love, and countless happy memories. She saw herself and Jake growing old together, hand in hand, facing life's challenges with courage and resilience, and celebrating life's joys with boundless enthusiasm and love.

When Y/n finally woke up from her dream, she found herself still wrapped in Jake's comforting embrace, the morning light streaming through the window. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.

With Jake by her side, Y/n knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm, and that together, they could conquer anything life threw their way. And as they prepared to embark on the next chapter of their journey together, she couldn't help but feel excited for all the adventures that lay ahead.

As Y/n and Jake shared a tender moment together, they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Bradley poked his head into the room, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, guys," he said gently. "How's everything going?"

Y/n and Jake exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Despite their initial worries, they both knew that they were in good hands with Bradley by their side.

"We're doing okay," Jake replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "Y/n's resting now, and I'm keeping an eye on her."

Bradley nodded, a reassuring smile on his face. "That's good to hear," he said. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

With a grateful nod, Y/n and Jake watched as Bradley quietly left the room, leaving them alone once again. As they settled back into their comfortable embrace, Y/n couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and support of her family.

With Jake by her side and her loved ones rallying around her, Y/n knew that she could overcome any obstacle that came her way. And as they prepared to face the challenges of the days ahead, she felt a renewed sense of hope and determination wash over her, knowing that together, they could conquer anything.

In the following days, Y/n took the time to prioritize her health and well-being. Jake, Bradley, and the rest of the family rallied around her, ensuring she had everything she needed to recover. Despite the initial setback, Y/n began to regain her strength and energy, thanks to the care and support of her loved ones.

As the wedding day approached, Y/n couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and gratitude. She marveled at how the people she loved had come together to support her during a challenging time. The wedding preparations continued, albeit with a more relaxed pace, and Y/n found herself appreciating the simple moments of joy and connection with her family.

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4 | rome | around the world and back

(18+, minors dni)

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summary: you and bradley are both spending the holidays alone

warnings: drinking (ik they drink in every chapter i'm sorry)

a/n: happy monday!!!!

“What’s he smiling about?” Luke questions, eyeing Bradley as he sits on the other side of their booth, staring at his phone and grinning like a lunatic. Nat rolls her eyes from beside him, letting herself relax into the crook of his arm. She looks up at Luke with a smirk.

“Probably texting his girlfriend.” At the use of a word that makes Bradley’s head spin, he looks up from the screen of his phone, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed.

“Not my girlfriend.” He corrects, looking back down at the selfie you just sent him. It’s pretty PG–just you smiling brightly up at the camera, all dolled up for something fun, he's assuming. In the message bubble underneath the photo, you've sent three martini glass emojis. That’s all the context he needs, really. For the past two months, the two of you have been exchanging text messages mostly of the flirty and naughty variety. There isn’t a ton of conversation. He’s always waking up to pictures of your perky tits or mirror selfies in whatever sexy outfit you had on the night before. He can’t say he’s disliking the situation you’re in right now, but he’s sort of upset he hasn’t been able to do anything about it since he was shipped off to Italy in early November.

A week after he left your apartment, he and Nat were called to the base in Sicily for eight weeks, meaning he’d be spending every major holiday overseas and alone. Nat would probably kill him for saying it like that, though. He’s glad he has her, but he wishes he could just be at home. He likes to visit his parents on holidays, even just to bring them flowers and tell them how life is going so far. It’s something he didn’t realize he’d miss doing until now.

“Bradshaw’s got a girl?” Luke answers with wide eyes, keeping his gaze on Bradley who is once again not paying any attention to them. He’s felt like a third wheel all night. Nat nods her head furiously, already feeling herself on her third glass of wine.

“A college girl.” She giggles, causing the vein in Bradley’s neck to stick out a little more than usual as he reaches across the table to slide her wine glass away from her–as if to say ‘no more for you’.

“Damn, Jake said you like em’ young, but I was thinking more like twenty-eight.” He lets out a laugh, casually bringing up the one person Bradley does not care to talk about right now. Jake Seresin is a fucking dick and he’s annoyed that even when he’s halfway around the world, the man still finds a way to get on his nerves.

“Jake doesn’t know shit, and she’s not in college.” He lies. Nat gives him a look. He’s the one who told her about the student ID and frat house vibe of her place back in LA. He's also mad at her for telling Jake that he hooked up with a possible college student just before the two of them left for Italy. He knows he'll never be able to live it down.

“What’s up with you and Jake anyway? I thought the flight school stuff blew over.” Bradley fiddles with his thumbs while he tries to figure out a way to say what he wants to say. Jake isn’t a bad guy–not really. He’s a prick who can’t commit, much like Bradley, but he can’t believe what he’s doing or was doing with Natalie. Just because Bradley doesn't want to date her, doesn't mean he's cool with someone he knows doing the same thing, especially if that someone is Hangman.

“I just have a bad taste in my mouth after finding out he hooked up with my ex-girlfriend.” Nat chokes on her wine when he says this–eyes wide and full of an emotion that Bradley can’t quite place.

“When did this happen?” She asks quickly. Bradley shrugs.

“While we were in LA, I’m guessing.” Nat thinks back to the end of October when all that happened. She hooked up with a college student, too, and Jake was suspicious of her when she got back–forcing her to tell him what happened. He was upset. Why was he so upset when he was out doing the exact same thing? That’s why they aren’t together right now. That’s why she begged Callie to take her spot on this trip. She downs the rest of her drink and Luke makes the executive decision to change the subject.

“What’s she look like?” Luke has a smug look on his face–so smug that Bradley would love to just pull out a picture of your boobs for the whole restaurant to see, but he’s more mature than that, so he pulls up the picture you sent fifteen minutes ago and slides it across the table to him. Him and Nat stare at the picture for a moment. Luke shakes his head.

“She’s…yeah. Good for you, Rooster.” He’s a bit stunned that you’re even his type. He’s only known Bradley for a little bit–they’ve flown together a few times in the past few years, but he’s always gone more for the innocent types. The kind of girls who don’t swear and wear floral prints year round and have their life just as together as he seems to, but you don't seem anything like that–no. You stick your tongue out and hold up a peace sign in nearly every photo you take–unironically–and the tattoos that are placed sporadically across your hands and arm aren’t necessarily meaningful. You don’t look like you’ve ever thought anything through in your entire life. He's certain that's why you're messing around with Rooster when you could have any guy who was at least born in the same decade as you.

“Wait.” Nat says suddenly, picking up his phone and touching the screen with her delicate fingers. Bradley wants to reach over and grab it from her, terrified she’ll swipe to some not-so-safe-for-work images, but then she turns the phone around to show him what she’s looking at. It’s the picture of you, zoomed into the background. There’s a bar. Bradley looks at her, confused.

“Look familiar?” She nods her head to the side, towards the bar of the restaurant they’re having drinks at. He turns and looks and sure enough–it’s almost identical. It has the same brass shelving and green tiles lining the walls. Double confused, he goes back to the messages with you. Three martini glasses. Without another glance at them, he gets up from his spot and heads towards the bar, walking around it as fast as he can, eyes darting around to each patron sitting down. He won’t believe it until he sees you, and he feels himself growing more and more anxious until he spots you, sipping on a martini with your legs crossed at the bar–alone.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” A familiar voice fills your ears just as you sit your empty glass down on the bar in front of you. You whip your head around, hair flying over your shoulder and you see him–plain as day, standing in front of you at a restaurant in Rome is Bradley. You’re a bit shocked at the sight in front of you, glancing down at your phone in your hands which is still opened up to your text thread. He didn’t even think about the time difference and how it’s only mid-day in California.

Tipsy off of two drinks and excited to see him, you jump off the stool and into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, breathing in his familiar scent and letting your eyes flutter shut. For a moment, you think you might be dreaming. You’re in Italy for crying out loud. Running into him in LA was weird, sure, but he only lives a couple hours away. How is it, that in a whole different country, the two of you just so happen to be at the same restaurant at the same moment in time?

You pull away from him, but keep your hands on his shoulders as you look up into his dark brown eyes.

“Are you stalking me, Bradley?” You cock your head to the side and give him a smirk, taking in his appearance. He looks good–maybe a little tired, but still good. He looks a lot like he did the night you ran into him in San Diego after a horrible date. Sharply dressed and neatly groomed.

“Me? I think you're the one stalking me.” He grins, sliding his hand down your arm and grabbing your hand, lifting it up and spinning you around to see your outfit. Your short dress floats around you as you spin, giggling drunkenly at the action. “You look beautiful, as always.” He adds, leaning in closer to your ear now. You feel yourself blush as you pull away, keeping your hand locked in his. It’s a little bit romantic. You’re swooning.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” He inquires, taking a seat at the bar next to you before motioning for the bartender to bring two more. You shrug, leaning your head against your hand that’s propped up by your elbow on the marble countertop.

“I just hopped on a plane last week, and here I am.” You make it sound so easy–so simple–as if it’s normal to just drop everything and take a trip for no reason. “What’s your excuse?” You raise your eyebrow at him, hoping to find out what he’s doing in such a magical place during the time of the year when most people are home with their families. Maybe he’s wondering the same about you.

“Work.” He states simply, not wanting to bore you with the details. “Just finishing up, actually. Heading back to San Diego on the thirtieth.” As he speaks, he remembers what time of year it is. Christmas is in two days. He’s just been planning to stock up on wine and pasta and gorge himself until the week is over and he can hop on a plane back to his own house. What about you, though? What’s your plan? He’s sure you don’t have one–you’re not the kind of woman to put a lot of thought into anything. He likes that about you, despite it totally freaking him out. He knows you’re a big girl, but the world is scary and people are scary and he doesn’t trust others who might take advantage of someone as free and open as you are. Maybe he's been taking advantage of you in that way. “Are you spending the holiday alone?” He questions, already knowing the answer.

“Not anymore.” You look up at him with a mischievous grin that he can’t help but return.

“I got you something.” Bradley says as soon as he enters your hotel room on the morning of December 25th, holding his hands behind his back suspiciously. He knows it might sound a little crazy. He wasn’t looking to get you something, it just sort of came to him. He was on his way back to his hotel last night when something caught his eye in the window of a shop. A necklace.

You grin, standing in front of him with your hands behind your own back, holding a small present of your own, wearing the most ridiculous set of pajamas he’s ever seen. There are tiny, little reindeer covering every bit of fabric, but that’s the kicker–there’s not really a lot of fabric anywhere. The shorts aren’t covering much and the cropped tank top does very little to hold in your boobs. He’d be perfectly content if the sexy Christmas pajamas were his present.

You sit on the bed facing each other, one glass of wine in, holding your presents out in front of you.

“You first.” He nods his head towards the small box, but you shake your head.

“Let’s do it together.” Bradley agrees, carefully tearing open the wrapping paper while watching you undo yours.

He opens the brown box and pulls out the colorful mug with all of the famous sights of Rome, which is written at the top in a scribbled handwritten script. He looks up with a smile–he loves having his morning coffee in the silence of his own home rather than at a busy coffee shop on base, and now, he’ll think of you every time he pulls it out of the cupboard.

“So, you travel a lot…” You trail off, beginning to explain the gift in detail before he thanks you. “And I think you should start collecting little souvenirs like this.”

“You don’t think I have souvenirs?” He laughs, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I think you’re forgetting that I’ve been to your house, Bradley…” You trail off. “Twice.” You hold two fingers up with a giggle. “There’s not a knick knack in sight.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll start taking life a little less seriously and buy more junk to fill my shelves." He teases. "Now open yours.” He urges you forward, putting the box back into your hands for you to open. You do as you’re told, opening the skinny box to reveal a necklace. Not just any necklace–no. There’s a tiny, golden sun charm that hangs from the thin, gold chain. You look up at Bradley, eyes wide and mouth open. It’s the prettiest necklace you’ve ever seen.

“Bradley, I–” You begin, but he cuts you off, telling you to turn around so that he can put it on you. He anxiously grabs the necklace as you pull your hair to the side, putting it over your head and gingerly clasping it together. His knuckles brush against your skin lightly as he does it, causing the hair on your arms to stand. When you turn around, you hold the charm between your fingers, smiling over at him. You hope you don’t forget to add ‘thoughtful’ to the long list of things you love about Bradley–a list that grows each time you see him.

Bradley is just as in awe of who he is when he’s with you. He thought, at the very best, the two of you would hook up as much as humanly possible before you leave for LA, but you’ve given him so much more than sexual pleasure during your time together. You made him excited for Christmas morning for the first time in a long time–excited to see someone else and give them a present and kiss them and hold them and just be with them all day.

Bradley realizes as the day comes to a close that you’ve changed his outlook on life for the better. Going into this holiday, he was so down about being away from his parents and having to navigate being around happy couples in the city, but then you showed up–like you always seem to do–just as he’s feeling most down about himself and you completely lifted his spirits. He’s lucky to have you in whatever fucked up capacity this is.

High on the feeling, he can't help but say something.

“I lied.” He blurts out, squeezing his eyes shut at the way the words come spilling out of his mouth as if he has no control over it. You sit back on your feet, fingers still grasping the charm as you tilt your head to the side ever so slightly, lips parted.

“About?” You ask, heart racing at the idea that he could've lied about a multitude of things. Your mind is going to some dark and scary places as you wait for him to respond.

“I mean, I kinda, sorta, maybe lied. I don't know.” He drops his head into his hand, rubbing his right eye with his palm before looking up at you with his left eye squinted. He looks more embarrassed than crazy, which eases your mind, but only slightly.

“I think that I was possibly in a long term relationship before we met. Right before we met.” Like a bandaid, he rips it off.

“You think?” You chuckle, trying not to overreact before hearing what else he has to say. You’re not sure you even have room to overreact. It’s not like the two of you are dating. It only feels that way right now because you’re alone in a foreign country together on Christmas. It’s hardly real life. You're both living in some sort of fantasy here that will end the second you board the plane back to California.

“Yeah, I mean…she was living with me, but–” He stops. He can't finish his sentence, not when you're looking at him like that.

“That sounds serious.”

“But it really wasn't” He’s being honest. It wasn’t that serious to him.

“I bet she thought it was.”

“She did.” He admits. “That's why we broke up.”

“And this was right before me? Before what, exactly?” Your mind is racing. Before the day you ran into each other in San Diego–the bad date? Did he sleep with you before they officially broke up? Or, did he break up with her over dinner and then sleep with you right after? You don't like either scenario.

“Before the beach.” He clarifies. “She, uh, she stopped by the next day to pick up the rest of her things.” You nod, understanding. On your way out that morning, you did notice a few things that felt strange for a man like Bradley to own, but you didn’t think much of it. The absence of those things when you went back to his place later that summer didn’t raise any red flags, either.

“So, you were with her for that long, living together, and didn’t think it was serious?” You’re not trying to interrogate him. You just want to understand where he’s coming from. It’s not like you have a lot of experience in that department, either. You’re a twenty-two year old who hasn’t been in anything other than situationships lasting much longer than they should.

“Relationships aren’t my thing. My parents died when I was younger, and it’s been just me for so long that I don’t like the thought of relying on someone else like that. I never really let her in, either, and I know it's my fault, but I don't think she actually knew anything about me.” It’s hard for him to look at you when he says this. Somehow, you cracked his hard surface without much force. It's definitely more than Natalie ever got.

“That’s okay, you know.” You reach across the bed and rest your hand on his forearm. It doesn't sound like any of it was easy for him. “It won’t feel like that with the right person. It’s not your fault that it wasn’t her.” He smiles softly, staring down at your hand.

“You’re so wise for your age, you know that?” He says in a teasing tone, though there is some truth in there, looking back up at you with glossy eyes. He can’t believe he told you about his parents. He’s not sure how his dad would feel about you, but he thinks his mom would’ve loved you and your free spirit. You’re a lot like her in that way. She didn't rub off on Bradley nearly as much as she had hoped. One of the last things she told him was to do whatever it takes to be happy. Even if it's scary or crazy. He'd definitely file the seven months of knowing you in the 'crazy' category.

“Wrong.” You roll your eyes playfully. “I’m a hopeless romantic waiting for a love like my parents and my sisters and their husbands. I’m surrounded by it, and it’s fucking torture.” You let out a chuckle and Bradley smiles softly.

“I don’t know much, but I know you’ll find it.” He means it, too. You’re so much more than the girl he first met at the beach. There’s more to you than a pretty face and a short skirt and bad drinking habits. If you’re half as great to someone else as you've been to him, he knows you’ll make them the happiest person on Earth.

Sitting on a hotel bed in Rome with Bradley, staring into each other’s eyes, you’re pretty sure you have found it, but you’re not naive enough to think your feelings are reciprocated, especially after his confession. Right now, you just want to be with him in whatever capacity he’ll let you, so you lean in and press your lips to his, effectively ending the conversation.

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