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And when she leaned in to press her lips to mine again, I held her there, deepening the kiss with a promise that I’d do anything she ever asked.

Because what a beautiful mess she was.

He was my Romeo, and I his Juliet, and our families be damned — we were going to make it.

And this story wouldn’t end in tragedy.

And that next day, after wallowing in self-pity, of course, I came down here and I drew a sketch of you in my bed. And I looked at that picture of you on my wall. And I felt you in every inch of this room, of the room upstairs, of my life,” I confessed. “And I knew I had to make it right somehow.”

When we fell, we fell hard. When we loved, we loved with all we had. When we fought, we fought until we dropped. And when one of us was knocked down, the whole team stopped everything to get them back on their feet.

That was the Becker way.

He was worth it.

He was worth everything.

And no matter what it cost me, I would do right by him.

That was a promise.

I shook my head, bottom lip quivering, but I had no words to fight back. I had nothing but my bleeding heart in my hands — a heart I knew Logan wouldn’t take. Not now. Not ever again.

“Let’s make one.”

“Do you think there’s a universe that exists where you could be mine?”

And I found all I’d ever wanted in her.

She was the spontaneous to my well planned, the art to my logic, the unexpected welcome to my day-to-day routine I didn’t even realize was suffocating me.

In that moment, I took my first breath on a new life with her.

“I see the first woman to steal my heart, and the only woman I ever want to keep it.”