All Chapters of With All My Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Once the clock struck five, everyone was done. Michela, of course, didn’t leave. She stayed. And she stared. A lot.I had called Henry earlier to let him know I was coming to pick him up, so I knew I had to leave soon. I couldn’t stand here all evening watching her fawn over Patrick like a dog in heat. Every time they stood too close, I found something else to look at - my fingernails, the ground, the sky - anything but them.Patrick tried once to talk to me.But just as he tried, Michela caught his sleeve and pulled his attention away, drawing him aside and leaving me standing there.I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t here to hand him over to the competition. I was here to win him back.Fuck.Now, we were at Betty's dinner. The comforting hum of chatter in the background. Jesse was already waiting at a booth by the window when we arrived. I slid in next to him while Sam took the extra chair. Naturally, Michela settled in next to Patrick.Soon, our food was spread out in front of us, and the

Past--HimWords failed Patrick when he tried to explain how or when he knew he loved Annabelle. It wasn't a single moment, but a collection of them, some so small they seemed to disappear into the blur of a long-ago past. Sometimes, words just weren’t enough. The truth was, he met Annabelle long before he ever met Jesse, though no one would know that—not even her. A year before they met, a full cycle of seasons, before he saw her again. By then, she was someone else. A person with a different story, a different name.That first night, she was just a small girl curled up in a plastic chair in a hospital waiting room. Patrick’s mother was a free spirit, a woman who moved from one odd job to the next before they landed in Pittstown. She found a graveyard shift as a records clerk at a local hospital, her hours a mirror of his own restless sleep schedule. On this particular night, the air in the waiting room was thick and still, smelling of antiseptic and stale coffee. The fluorescent ligh

“Hey, love.” I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear, brushing Henry’s hair back. I grab a hairband, pulling it into a small ponytail, then tap his shoulder. “Alright, go put on your shoes.”He kissed my cheek before running toward the living room.On the other end, Natasha nearly explodes.“Tell me, tell me! No, wait—should I just drop everything now and come over?” she screeches.I laugh as I walk into my room. The bed is still unmade, and last night’s clothes are scattered on the floor. I pick them up, shaking my head.“He told me he still loves me, Nat.” I sit on the edge of the bed, press my fingers to my lips like I can still feel him there. “He loves me.”“Wait - did you tell him?”“No,” I admitted, my heart thumping. “But I’m going to. Tonight.”Natasha lets out a dramatic gasp.“I got Henry to spend the night at Jesse’s parents’ place, so I’m gonna tell Patrick everything.”I could practically feel her smiling through the phone.This past week has been beautiful, almost t

Present We arrived at my apartment 30 minutes later, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Patrick turned toward me, his hand still wrapped around mine, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin."Come up," I whispered, biting my lip.His gaze flickered to my mouth, darkening. He reached up, gently prying my lower lip free from my teeth with his thumb."Henry?" he asked."With Jesse's parents," I murmured, holding his stare.His jaw tensed, as if he were fighting something inside himself. His hand lifted to run through his hair, the motion making it fall messily over his forehead, his gray eyes burning into mine in the dim light."Anna," his voice was rough. "If I go up with you, I'm gonna fuck you so hard that all you'll be able to think about is me inside you."A shiver ran down my spine. "Okay," I breathed.In a second, he was out of the car, rounding to my side, and opening my door. He took my hand, fingers lacing through mine, and led me inside. I barely regis

Jesse pov We were always together, Annabelle and me. She was my best friend, my safe place, the one person who always made everything feel right. I remember that first summer evening clearly—the warm breeze carrying the sweet scent of honeysuckle, our laughter echoing as we lay on the dewy grass beneath the starry sky. And I loved her. God, I loved her. Always had. Always wanted her.But I was stupid. Regret hit me hard. Too stupid.I let her slip away. I let her go.Her brightness, her smile, the way she loved everything she had, I once had all of it, but I didn’t hold on. By the time I knew I wanted her, when I was finally ready to be the man she needed, it was too late.And when I finally realized I wanted her, when I was ready to be the man she deserved, she had already moved on. The ache of losing her settled into my bones, a constant reminder of my own failings and the reality that she found what I couldn't give her with someone else.Annabelle povJesse's face changed from con