Page 236 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Every atom in my body is telling me to drop to my knees and thank her for coming.

“Don’t apologize” is all I manage to say.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” My mom pushes to her feet, shooting me a satisfied smile on her way out of the room.

This is why she wanted me to shower.

Remind me to thank her later.

Hadley waits for my mom to be out of sight before taking a few steps in my direction.

“Wait, before you say anything… if you came here to tell me it’s over, please just… don’t tell me it’s over.” My plea is as confusing as the expression on her face.

I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating when Hadley cups my cheek with her hand, tears glistening in her blue eyes, and says, “Well, then… I guess it’s a good thing I came here to do this.”

Her mouth crashes against mine before I can even attempt to make sense of her words. I immediately take a fistful of her shirt, jerking her closer to me, keeping her there.

It’s a miracle I don’t actually fall to my knees when she throws her arms around my neck, her lips making me a promise I’m terrified she’s not going to keep.

I’m here.

I’m not leaving.

I’m so fucking scared she’s going to come to her senses and take it back.

Take her heart back.

Destroy mine in the process.

But she doesn’t show any sign of wanting to stop, opening up for me, allowing my tongue to taste hers. I groan at her initiative, my free hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing just enough to draw a moan from her lips.

“Are you really here?” I gasp into her mouth when we separate. But I’m diving back in before she can answer. “Are you really mine?”

I don’t know if I could survive you walking away one more time.

Hadley backs away, her teary eyes reflecting the relief in mine. Then she makes me the happiest man in the world.

“I’m yours. Now and always.”

It takes me a second to realize she’s referring to my song.

Our song.

I wrote “I’m Still Yours” for her when I was fifteen years old, and all these years later, I still mean every word. I don’t know shit about what’s going to happen next, but if there’s one thing I’m sure of…

It’s that I’m going to love this girl until I take my last breath on this earth.

I end the kiss without a warning, pull my future wife into a hug, and make her a promise of my own.

“Now and always.”

Four years later…

KANE

“Blue or black?” The love of my life presents me with two cocktail dresses, her doubt-ridden gaze flickering between the two for long seconds.

The dresses are nearly identical.

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