It’s almost as if I can read her now, the pained look in her green eyes, the way she’s biting her lower lip, the cute little wrinkle in her forehead. I see the internal struggle playing out, the longing mixed with anger, and I’m just praying anger loses the tug of war.

She inches closer and squints to get a better look before she plucks it out of my hand. “Where did you get this?”

“My mom gave it to me…just before she died, and, when I saw you had one, too…well, I lost it.” I pause, wanting to get this right. “She told me that someday I’d find the other half of my heart, and I have found it, Fran, I’ve found you.”

My words seem to have little effect on her, the look on her face giving nothing away as she stares at it before thrusting it back at me. “So what, it still doesn’t mean anything.”

“It doesn’t mean anything? The hell it doesn’t.” I stand up and begin pacing the floor, struggling to find the right words. “It means something to me. You mean something to me. Jesus Christ, Fran, don’t you get it? I want to give you the fucking fairytale!” I scrape a hand through my hair, my feet wearing down the carpet. “My life, it’s never been a fairytale either, Fran, my mother and sister dying, my father walking out. But you, you blew into my life, like a strong gust of wind—actually, more like a fucking tornado—and now I don’t want to go back to the way I was before. I want who I am when I’m with you, who I became the day I met you!” My voice softens, the anger melting away. “You make me want, Fran. You brought me hope…but most of all…you brought me back to life.”

She doesn’t say anything. I can tell she’s trying to be resolute, but her eyes are filling with tears. I cover my head with my hands and try to rein in my emotions…and then I make a decision. I stalk toward her and lift her to her feet, crashing my lips to hers in desperation, removing the air between us, leaving her with no choice…but to hopefully accept me.

In the absence of words, the slide of her tongue, the way her hand slips to the back of my neck and holds me there, and the soft noises coming from her throat give me a sliver of hope.

I lace my fingers through her hair before I break the kiss, staying close to her lips, but far enough so she can see my eyes. “I didn’t even know what this feeling was until now…until you. Jesus, I think about you all the time. During the day I can’t concentrate because you invade my mind, and at night I can’t sleep because when I close my eyes, you’re all I see. Every little detail. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, that tiny freckle you have on the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes glimmer with that little spark and make me feel alive. Hearing your laugh and seeing you smile lights me up inside, fills me with a happiness I never even knew was possible. I love you, Fran. And even though it scares the shit out of me, and the thought that maybe I could lose you terrifies me, I can’t let you go without telling you how I feel.”

Her tears are falling heavily now, and my heart stops beating as I wait patiently for anything she might say, just as long as she doesn’t walk away from me. She cradles my face, tracing the angle of my jaw with her thumb. “I love you, too,” she whispers through her tears.

“Baby, thank God.” I sigh with relief, holding her tight because now that she’s told me how she feels, I’ll never let her go. I need her like I need air to breathe.

Her lips part and I hear a subtle intake of breath before I slide my tongue inside her mouth and she wraps around me, our sensual dance causing me to shiver and goose bumps to break out across the nape of her neck. I love the feel of her mouth, the softness of her lips. I want nothing more than to make ridiculous amounts of love to her all night long. But I have something I need to share with her first.

I take her hand and lead her over to the bed. “I want to show you something,” I tell her, and her eyebrows lift with her smile and I know what she’s thinking. My dirty girl. “Yes, I want to show you that, too, but not yet.” I chuckle, feathering my hand across her cheek. Pulling her onto my lap, I roll up the sleeve of my shirt to reveal a white bandage that I instantly peel back. Her mouth falls open and hangs there, staring at the tattoo sprawled around my bicep, the word “Sunshine” in black script.

Her eyes flare with tears as her mouth opens and closes and I watch her grapple for words…but sometimes there are no words. So I kiss her, and it’s a kiss that says all the things I now know we both feel. It’s a kiss filled with longing and need, and love, so much damn love my heart feels like it might burst.

She pulls away and I smudge the tears now staining her cheeks. “So you decided to finally shed your tight-ass image once and for all by getting a tattoo?”

“No. I wanted a reminder of you, sunshine, every day.”

“You’re insane…you’ve known me for seven days,” she says, and even though she’s protesting, the smile she’s trying to hide says she loves it.

“Yes.” I stare at the other half of my heart, my second chance. “But I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.”

Epilogue – One Year Later – Fran

The sun pours through the pale blue curtains of my bedroom window as I crack open my sleepy eyes. I wake up smiling now, and I have every day since Matt told me he loved me. Turning my head to the side, I stare at the picture of us we had taken two months ago at the beach in Malibu. We’ve been seeing each other every weekend for the past year. Either he comes to New York or I fly out to Los Angeles. It’s amazing how flying doesn’t bother me anymore, especially when I know he’s waiting for me at the other end.

I started seeing a therapist again eleven months ago and I feel stronger than ever. She’s helped me to get to know who I am now, the strong person I’ve become, the strong person I never realized I was, that I’m so much more than just the sum of my scars and my broken past. I’ve finally come to understand that love is a choice for me, not something I need to feel better about myself. The only person who holds that power is me. It makes me smile because it makes me think of Matt. Even though I didn’t realize it at the time, I chose him and he’s the best choice I’ve ever made.

My phone vibrates with an incoming text and I already know who it is before I reach for it. Matt sends me a text every morning with a countdown and a cute message. Today is Tuesday and he’ll be here Friday night, and even without his notes, my own internal clock tells me what day it is.

I won’t deny it’s been difficult. The long-distance relationship thing is draining, mostly because I love seeing him on Friday, but when Sunday comes, it’s really hard to say goodbye. There’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms and waking up curled into his side, but when Monday rolls around and the other side of my bed is empty my heart aches with longing.

With my back propped against the pillow, I grab my phone and get comfortable so I can soak up his words.


Morning, sunshine! 3 more days until we can have mad, passionate sex. Until then, my hand and your picture are getting quite a workout. Miss you and love you. xo M


“Oh my God!” I snort, laughing so hard that Peyton pokes her head inside the door.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, but then she smiles. “Let me guess. Loverboy?”

I make a popping sound with my lips and grin. “Three more days.”

“You guys are very cute. Nauseating, but cute,” she says, plopping down on the bed, shoveling a piece of a bagel in her mouth.

“So have you talked to Caleb?” I ask, arching a brow and plucking the rest of the bagel from her hand.

“Yeah, we talked about a month ago.” She shrugs. “He said he might be in Manhattan in a few weeks on business.”

“Oh?” I reply nonchalantly, taking a bite of the bagel. “Well, I was talking to Matt last night and he mentioned that Caleb still isn’t seeing anyone…just in case you were interested in that information.”

“Is that so?” Her lips tip up into a wide grin and she sprawls out on the bed with a satisfied stretch of her arms. “Just so happens I’m not seeing anyone, either.”

We burst out into a fit of laughter that makes my stomach hurt. It feels good to laugh. This is what happy feels like and I love every minute of it.

“So do you want to come with me to get coffee? I’m meeting Gabby at The Brew House.” I smile. “You know, Matt’s brother’s coffee shop.”

“Yeah, I know the place,” she retorts, “I can’t this morning, though. I have to meet with the vice president about a new client. Let’s have lunch today, instead. I want to try that new Italian place that opened up near Lexington.”

“Sure, sounds good. All right, I’m hitting the shower. I’ll see you at the office.” I breeze out the door, grabbing the other half of bagel left on the kitchen counter and a quick glass of juice before heading into the shower.

* * *

The Brew House is crowded when I arrive, the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls making my stomach grumble the moment I step foot inside. Brad spots me, giving me his trademark dimpled smile and a wave, instantly making me think of Matt. Emotion climbs up and clogs my throat but I clear it a few times and barrel through the crowd to find Gabby, already waiting for me at a table.

“Hey, you hot, engaged woman!” I say excitedly, and her face beams with happiness as she lifts her hand up to admire her ring. “When the hell is Brad going to make an honest woman out of you? It’s been like…umm…two years!” I drag out the last word for effect.