Page 90 of Love Harder

However, I was interested to see how our separation would pan out.

I honestly was waiting for the other shoe to drop the entire time. There was no way I had found a man who was funny and kind, incredibly thoughtful, so goddamn hot, and could fuck me into a coma.

This sort of man does not exist in real life.

The Unicorn was book boyfriend material, which is why I was constantly waiting for something to go wrong.

Not the most optimistic way to view things, but was it realistic—yes.

The time we shared together was nothing short of amazing, so when he kissed me goodbye, I wondered if this was a memory in the making. If it was, I would be okay with the fact because The Unicorn was the first man in a very long time to treat me with respect and care.

I spoke to my friends who could relate to it. It saddened me that we were all traumatized by love in one way or another.

I went about my day, not expecting much, so when The Unicorn texted me, asking how my day was, I wondered if this was a trick question.

I replied, waiting for the “it’s been fun…but…”

But it never came.

We spoke just as we did when together.

He called every single day, and I can say that until this day, not a day has passed when he hasn’t called. We have spoken every day since we met.

The Unicorn was slowly penetrating the walls I had erected around my heart, and I knew my original thought that he would break it was soon becoming true.

He was the type of man I wrote about—complete alpha. Stubborn but kind. Incredibly loyal, but wasn’t afraid to tell it how it was. A wounded MC who still liked to pull his girl close after he fucked her until she forgot her own name.

He was the epitome of every bad boy I penned, but he wasn’t fiction.

He was real.

And I wanted him.

His work schedule was crazy busy, but he made it work as best he could, again coming to see me at the expense of sleep and doing the things he needed to do.

He called one early morning after his shift, stating he was coming over.

He never asked.

He did what he wanted.

And I loved that about him.

He was as headstrong as me.

He was determined.

And he was so fucking bossy.

Be still my heart…

But I told him I had a million and one things to do.

The disappointment in his voice touched me. It had been a few days since we had seen one another. Could it be he missed me?

Because I sure as shit missed him.

And this, boys and girls, is the “oh fuck me” moment.

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