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“What else could I promise?” he asked.
“The deepest promise we could ever make to each other,” I said. “To always work through our shit together. To help each other heal. To always open up to each other… even if we have to wait seventy or so years before we can hear each other’s thoughts again.”
“I think I can promise that,” he said, his nose pressed to my ear.
Then he moved over to my lips and placed one more sensual kiss. I leaned up to his mouth, a rush of energy consuming me. Consuming us both.
As he kissed me, we fell away together once again.
Except now, as we fell away, I knew it was the start of the beginning of forever.
And not the beginning of the end.
One Year Later
“Congratulations, Jems,” Jamie whispered in my ear.
I twirled my wedding band with the index finger of my opposite hand. Jamie’s arms hung around me from behind as he kissed the right side of my face, his own wedding band rubbing against my skin.
We stood off to the side in the bookstore at my launch party, behind a shelf of books on the other side of where I would speak in about twenty minutes, all set up for me.
I couldn’t see it, but I knew about fifty copies of my latest book sat on the table on the other side of the shelf, ready for me to sign for people at the end of my talk. It was my brand-new book on that table, the one that had just come out—featuring a father character who ends up dying and coming back to visit his daughter in a dream, telling her to let him go.
I also knew that the store had placed about five rows of folding chairs for people to sit. And that Holly sat in the first chair at the front row.
Jamie and I gazed around the shelf and peered over at Holly who caught us staring at her. She gave us a thumbs up before going back to her copy of my book, the one I’d given her in advance.
Ever since waking up in the past, Jamie and I had vowed to have her over for pancakes every Sunday. She didn’t remember the alternate version—the version with pancakes after an assault by her step-father—but we figured with time, maybe she’d open up to us without us ever having to pry.
Jamie and I returned into our hiding spot behind the books. I spun into his embrace and rested my head against his chest.
“Thank you for being here with me,” I whispered.
“Thank you for letting me into your heart,” he said. “And Jemma?”
I love you, he sent.
I love you, too, Jamie.
