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She kisses me back as we both stumble out of the elevator and into the hall, her bags thudding to the floor.

Heaven. Heaven is touching her and kissing her and having her here in my arms.

I kiss her lips and her nose and her cheeks and her lips again.

“What are we doing?” she asks between kisses, a tear falling to each cheek.

“I don’t know.” But I know I don’t want to stop kissing her.

She goes up to her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Stay,” I say, peppering her with kisses. “With me.”

“Yes,” she breathes, just before I cover her mouth with mine again.

She breaks the kiss. We’re both breathing heavily. I wipe her cheeks with my thumbs as she looks up at me. “Tell me it was real.”

“It’s real,” I whisper.

“Are you sure? You and me.” She shakes her head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?” I tense up, prepared for her to explain that I’m not right for her. Not smart enough. Not serious enough. Not good enough.

“I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous. Outgoing. Everyone wants to either be you or be with you. And then there’s me. I’m quiet. I’m plain. New restaurants stress me out. I carry needles with me everywhere and need to be within a few minutes of a bathroom pretty much all the time. How long will it be until you realize you can do better?”

“I—” There’s too much to process. I’m not sure where to even start. “Better? Than you? Are you kidding? There is no one better than you. You are amazing. Brilliant. Kind. And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. When you’re in the room, I don’t even see anyone else. Mace, you are everything.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Oh my god.” I rake my fingers through my hair. “I’ve been afraid to tell you, but I’ve been frustratingly, desperately, debilitatingly in love with you since the moment we met.”

She hiccups. “You have?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes dart between mine, a little crease between her brows. “You think I’m beautiful? Why didn’t you tell me you had feelings for me?”

“What good would it have done? You were with Spencer. And I hated it. But I wasn’t going to say anything if that’s what you wanted. If that’s what made you happy.”

She’s shaking her head like she’s not processing my words. Or that she doesn’t believe me.

Fuck. “What can I do to convince you how I feel? I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t?—”

“Here.” I take my phone out of my pocket and frantically scroll to my notes app and open it. I hand it to her. “Take it. Look.”

CHAPTER 23

MACY

Itake his phone. “What am I looking at?”

“Just read it.”

I look at the screen. “You have a note in your phone titled, Macy?”

“Yes.”

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