Page 104 of Fake it for Keeps

Healing.

I should tell him the rest. About how I’d signed the contract planning to break his heart.

But I wouldn’t. That plan felt like it belonged to a different person. Someone who was still angry and hurt and looking for justice in all the wrong places.

The Hallie in Colt’s arms right now? She just wanted to stay here. To keep feeling this connection. To see where this thing between us could go.

“Thank you,” I said again.

“For what?”

“For remembering.”

I turned my head up and kissed him.

He kissed me back, tender and sweet, and when we finally pulled apart, he kissed each cheek.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m here.”

I did. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. It felt too good to be in his arms.