Page 167 of Perfect Pucking Match


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Showing him how much I want him shouldn’t have such a negative word attached to it.

But he’s right.

Though I want him more than I want my next breath, if we sleep together tonight, I’ll always remember how I was someone else’s girlfriend at the time, causing an ugly dark shadow to fall on a moment that was supposed to be nothing but beautiful.

No successful love story starts with a betrayal.

Frustration starts to sting at the corner of my eyes, hating not being able to love the man I want because another refuses to let me go.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Nate coos, lifting up off the bed and wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay. We have time. It’s okay, sweetheart.”

“It’s not fair,” I whisper on a pained sob. “I tried today, I really did, but,” I stutter as angry tears stream down my cheeks.

Nate pulls back just enough to wipe the tears from my face with his hand.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he replies, peppering my face with butterfly kisses. “It’s okay. Soon, baby. Soon.”

But soon feels too far away.

I want to start living my life now. Not in a distant tomorrow that feels so out of reach.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed.

Only tonight counts.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

“Lottie,” he groans.

“Just a kiss. What harm can a kiss do?” I bargain, craving a piece of him to stay with me. “You’re leaving in the morning, and it will be days until you return to me. So kiss me, Nate. Just… kiss me.”

We stare deep into each other’s eyes, no longer able to hide our love for one another.

And when his lips fall sweetly on mine, my heart weeps.

Because in this kiss, we say everything we’re not allowed to.

I love you.

I want you.

You are all that I want.

Now and forever.

Nate kisses me throughout the night, our bodies locked together by a kiss.

And the next morning, when I walk him to his car, and he waves his goodbyes to my family, it’s the memory of his kiss that keeps me from shattering.

That keeps me whole.

Because he loves me. And I love him.

Nothing and no one will ever change that.

Becca was right—soulmates do exist, and Nate Wilder is mine.

Chapter 36

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