Dominic Pauls’ message vault to Summer Cooper.
The first time I read all your messages, I cried in bed like a baby, mourning a past I could no longer change. But I can change the future—that's still in my hands. And I swear to you, until the last day of my life, there will be a message from me to you.
Yours,
Nic.
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36. The messages.
Dominic.
Summer wraps her arms around my shoulders as she stares at me, the blue in her eyes more enigmatic than ever under the moonlight and the stars. The luxury yacht we're on sways a bit with the crashing of the waves, so I grip the railing on either side of her silhouette and stay there, clinging to her gaze.
Her look is intense, just like mine, and I want so much, I crave so much to capture that mouth with mine that I lean in right as she pulls
