Stop running and start feeling.
Maybe even all this time, from the time he broke my heart for the first time and I promised myself I’ll never forgive him, I was just waiting for him on the other side of the line.
Another step brought him close enough to see the tiny lines that creased the corners of her eyes. Logan took a deep breath, and fought the urge to run his fingers along their path. He wanted to know what caused them, wanted to be part of the laughter and the tears that now reflected on her beautiful face.
Nine years of nurtured anger tangled with this thing. This gripping attraction and wistfulness—a deep missing of this woman from my life.
