LET ME LOVE YOU

ble even through the barrier of the car. The fans’ excitement has reached fever pitch this week, and I have struggled to sleep most nights as the weight of expec

ithout puking or fainting

ith anxiety. Am I doing the right thing in ripping my chest wide-open

d over my heaving chest, rubbing the tightness there, will

d I cling to his hand like the lifeline it i

slows down, comforted by the reassuring look on his gorgeous face and the firm grip of his hand in mine. Reaching out, I cup his cheek, welcoming the feel of his stubble as it grazes against my

much heartache.

would have gotten here without me because you are so incredibly strong. I’m in awe of you.” Lowering our hands to the seat, he leans in, pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of my mouth that is at odds with the usual possessive way he kisses me. “I’m so proud to call you my wife, and no matter

louder outside, an

. Wherever he is, I know he’s watching t

t. Reliving the past will be painful. I have no doubt it will be emotional—not just for me—but I refuse to shed any more tears. Tonight, I will draw a line under the past.

to this man waiting patiently at my

lavender as I cling to his body, permitting his warmth and solid masculinity to inf

ggling his brows in his usual flirtatious manner. “And you can show me just how m

ead up. It’s not like this is my first rodeo. However, it is the fir

ed neck. A slew of shivers cascades down my spine, and an ache pulses betwee

s, curling his hand a

is legions of fans have turned out to catch a glimpse of their idol. I’m granted a temporary reprieve as he closes the door, waving to the crowd, before rounding

ars their approval, and we turn around on the sidewalk, holding hands while waving to the t

ding the coral-pink terrazzo five-point star rimmed with brass that houses Reeve’s name. I remember how proud he was the day