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I've never fallen this hard or this fast before, but as I hold her in my arms, I know with bone-deep certainty that I never want to let go. The thought of a future without Holly by my side seems impossible now.

Chapter Sixteen

Holly

With the way things were looking when I met Donald Mitchell in that seedy bar yesterday evening, I would never have guessed that today I would feel on top of the world. Not in a million years. But that’s exactly how I feel. I’m riding high. I’m in seventh heaven. I’m walking on sunshine.

Allthe idioms.

I had told him I was ashamed of how I had doubted him, and today, it seems impossible that I could ever have believed Donald Mitchell’s story, even one second. But having gone through that moment of doubt and experiencing Harry's openness and willingness to be vulnerable with me the way he was last night, has taken our fledgling relationship to new depths. I should have known that the person described to me as a cheat could never be the man I know. Harry’s such a decent man, with a strong moral compass, and a kind heart—not to mention the best kisser I have ever had the pleasure of kissing.

Yeah, there's that.

I try to wipe the huge grin from my face at the memory. Of course I fail. The way he scooped me up and showed me exactly how he feels about me will have me grinning for days. Grinning and wanting him to kiss me like that again and again.

How could I ever have thought that he would be anything like my ex? The two are so different, it's like they're from an entirely different species. Where Phil was all swagger and charm, Harry has humility and an understated confidence. Where Phil was duplicitous and sneaky, Harry is all about sincerity and truth.

Harry is ten times the man Phil could ever be, and I am so proud of who he is. Proud and hopeful for our future together, this gorgeous, burly man with a heart of gold.

All of it adds up to the fact that today I’ve got a spring in my step and a sense of lightness that not even Slippery Stephen can dent.

My phone beeps with a message and I see Harry’s name pop up on my screen.

Harry:

Morning, beautiful.

Although I didn't think it was possible, my grin grows.

Me:

Morning to yourself.

Harry:

I know this might sound crazy, but I miss you.

Me:

How many hours has it been?

Harry:

Too many.

Me:

In that case, I think we need to fix that. Don't you?

Harry:

I would say let's do it right now, but I'm still at practice.

Me:

How are you managing to message me while you’re at practice?

Harry:

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