Page 215 of Tangled Like Us

“I’m falling so terribly in love with you,” I say, my heart speaking for me. It feels good and right and perfect. “I think I’ve been falling for you for some time now.”

He inhales, his forehead pressing to mine. I thread my fingers through his soft hair.

We kiss again. This one sensual and tender, and as our lips pull back in a breath, we turn our heads, sensing something outside the window.

Snow flutters softly down. I watch the wind carry the white flakes in whirling arcs.

“It’s early,” I say to him. “One of the earliest snowfalls, if I remember correctly.”

“First snow of November,” Thatcher breathes, but his eyes have already returned to me. Hands still holding me. Protecting me.

He may not bemybodyguard anymore, but he doesn’t have to be for me to feel unequivocally safe in his arms.

And the road ahead may be filled with more potholes and storms, but I’m not driving down a one-way street. We’re together.

Whatever we have to face, that’s all that matters to me.

We’re together in love.

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