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Patrick
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I told Morgan against her lips.
“Believe it,” she said with the confidence I’d missed.
I reached up and tugged her long hair loose from its hold, so it could tumble down her back.
“I was never going to give up on you.”
“I shouldn’t have given up on us,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“It’s okay,” I reassured her. “We’re here now.”
“It’s not okay. I’m sorry.”
I silenced her protest with another kiss. I didn’t need to hear her apologies. I’d seen them firsthand when she confronted her uncle head-on. I’d seen them when our eyes met across the room. When her uncle stormed her and I intervened.
With Morgan, I never needed many words. I’d seen in a glance that she was sorry and so happy to see me in that
