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“You remember the list we made?” he asks as if he’s surprised by that.

“Yeah…that was the start of our forever. Even if I didn’t realize it back then. I always trace the start of my memories with you back to that day, to meeting that wild little boy my heart never stood a chance against.”

He presses his head on top of mine, and we just lie there in silence, soaking it all in.

My heart plays a love song around the silence, and I just soak in how happy and content my heart feels.

“You always felt like home when I was ripped away from mine. You’re the only thing that has ever felt like home to me. I think—no, that’s a lie,” he laughs quietly. “I know you were what really pulled me back to New York,” he confesses.

“Wait—really?”

“Yeah, I never told anyone, not Wes, not even my parents—who always told me you were the soulmate I lost. No one really knew why I wanted to come back here. Or maybe they did, but didn’t push me to say it. I always knew that eventually I wanted to come back and work at the Children’s Hospital one day, but the real reason I craved to be back in this city was just to feel like, in some way…I was closer to you. Closer to the memory of us. I never thought I’d actually be lucky enough to run into you again in this insanely big city. So, when I saw you on my first day of work, it felt like the universe was gifting you back to me. I knew right then that I had made the right choice to come back. I also knew I would never be able to walk away from you again.”

“I think my heart might literally explode if you keep talking like this, Cam,” I say in a low, sleepy voice.

“Yeah, well, at least you’re dating a hot doctor who can put it back together for you.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at doing that,” I admit.

Pressing another slow kiss to my forehead, we both start to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

28

Cameron

I’ve always heard about how crazy trivia night at O’Malley’s gets. And tonight, I’m fully immersed in it all. The place is packed, and the energy is high as everyone’s hands finds a drink and we’re all having a good time.

Each team is huddled up together around their tables, and Wes is in full competition mode as well, elbows on the table, eyes narrowed at the host, ready to pounce on every question.

Kinsley is across from him, smirking as she swirls her drink. “You two are so embarrassing. You do know it’s just trivia, right?”

I take a slow sip of my beer, leveling her with a look. “Just trivia? Kins, this is actual life or death.”

Gabrielle snorts beside me, leaning against my stool. “Yeah, if life or death were a discount on overpriced alcohol.”

Wes gestures with his hands in the air like she’s on his side. “Exactly, Gabs. You get the stakes.”

Kinsley rolls her eyes. “What we get is that you two take any game way too seriously.”

I laugh, sliding a hand around Gabrielle’s waist and turning her, placing her between my legs as I press my chest against her back. She’s warm against me, and I take a second to just breathe her in before dipping my head so only she can hear me.

“You keep smelling this good…” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear, “and I’m gonna forget we’re answering trivia questions in front of a room full of people and start thinking about bending you over the side of this table instead.”

She inhales sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Then she tilts her head slightly, just enough to glance up at me. “Cam, you cannot say things like that to me.”

I smirk. “Why not?”

“Because,” she hisses, shifting slightly against me, “I will absolutely drag you out of here and make you take me back home.”

I groan against her neck as my fingers dig into her thighs. “You say that like I wouldn’t happily oblige.”

She bites her lip, clearly debating the decisions in her head.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Wes calls, snapping his fingers at us. “Lock it in. We’re up next.”

Gabrielle huffs out a breath and shoots me one last look before sliding into the seat next to me.

The host clears his throat, holding up a card. “Alright, next question for Team Hazardously Hot.”