Page 69 of Stealing His Christmas Present

What were the odds that I’d just run into him at the club?

That he and I would like each other?

Even when it had seemed impossible that we’d get back together, we’d found our way to each other again.

Maybe it was all a little messed up, but so what?

Love was messy.

It was perfect and imperfect at the same time.

Some things just felt right.

Pablo and I felt totally right.

And if destiny, or whatever other force, didn’t want us together, then we should challenge it and forge our own path.

I didn’t want to give up on Pablo, and as his eyes bored into mine, I knew that he didn’t want to give up on me either.

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