Cara pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “Then you talk. You fight. You cry. You grow. That’s what love is. Not some picture-perfect fairytale. It’s messy, chaotic, and half the time you’ll want to strangle them. But it’s yours. And that’s worth the risk.”
The door creaked open slightly and Rafe’s head popped in, looking sheepish. “Is it safe to enter, or is Cara still threatening violence on James?”
“Still might,” Cara muttered, but she smirked. "I will never stop threatening violence on James."
Rafe stepped in fully, eyes immediately scanning over me. He looked tired...
His eyes met mine, and something in his expression cracked open—tenderness, worry, and a love so deep it made my chest ache.
Rhys followed a moment later, carrying two mugs of tea. He offered one to Cara
