Page 102 of Perfect Guy

“Happy tears,” I mumble.

“Come ’ere, babe.” He wraps his good arm around me, tucking me into his side and dropping a kiss on my head.

“I missed this. I thought we had lost it forever. I was so heartbroken,” I confess.

“I did, too. All because of me. No more, okay?”

I nod against him. Then, I rest my chin on his chest and smile at him.

“I love you.” I say it for the first time without anger or resentment.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry for not treating you as if I did.”

“Stop apologizing and kiss me.”

“I can do that,” he grins, pressing his lips to mine.

Relief washes over me, knowing we’ll be okay. Overcoming this was a challenge, one that broke me apart.

“You know I’m staying the night regardless, right?” I pull back, wanting to read his expression.

A crooked smile lifts his lips. “Wouldn’t expect anything else.”

The game forgotten, we sit together, his arm holding me close to his side. He’s the only one for me. I couldn’t lose this permanently.

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