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Aaron looked down at me, his eyes shining under the fluorescent light of
the room.
“Your Thea,” I heard Richard say, emotion coating his voice.
Thea. That had been his wife’s name. Aaron’s mom.
I peered in his direction, finding that smile he had hidden earlier. It was
small and weak, but it was enough to make mine break free in return.
“Hold on to her, son. For as long as time lets you.”
“I will.” Aaron’s words brushed the skin on my temple.
I looked up at him, finding those blue eyes smiling down at me with a
devotion I had never experienced or imagined being on the receiving end of.
With a warmth that I could feel right in the middle of my chest, pounding and
expanding with every passing second I spent under his gaze, by his side.
Aaron looked at me with a world of possibilities shining bright and dazzling
in his eyes. A promise.
“This is the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with. I’m not
letting go of her anytime soon.”