With All My Love
The little crinkles at the edges always made my heart skip.
His whole body opened up, like he wasn’t just smiling with his mouth but with every part of him. And he wasn’t looking at her.
He was looking at me. Me.
A breath caught in my throat, my fingers tightening around my coffee cup. “He still loves you,” Sam murmured, and before I could turn to him, he was already walking away, leaving me standing there, staring at Patrick.
He still loves me. And God help me, I still love him too.
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