Practice Makes Perfect

I wanted to talk to her all night. Hell, I would have settled for sitting and watching her read her book. I bet she makes all kinds of faces while reading.

It’s possible I’m reading too many romances

“Are you one of those nonreaders? The movie is never better, I assure you.”

“Because I knew once I did—it would be over for me. Some part of me has always known I would love you.”

“Annie?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“And then I called my brother, and as we talked, I realized that leaving this town without you was the scariest thought I’ve ever had. I need you in my life like I need air, Annie. You have wrecked me in the best way I could ever imagine, and I’ll never be the same. Never want to be the same.” He kisses my forehead. “I love you. And I know marriage is something that’s deeply important to you—and what you want is deeply important to me, so…marry me, Annie. No one else.”

It was easier to say I don’t believe in love, rather than admitting to myself that I was afraid I wouldn’t be loved back.”

I splay my hand over his chest. “Heartbreaking, Will. It’s impossible not to love you.”

“Annabell, I need you to know, I’ve fallen madly in love with you.”

I hold still. “But you don’t believe in love.”

“Come with me?”

I nod. “Anywhere.”

“Good. Now…can I finish my kidnapping, please?”