“I need to tell you something.” Her fingers trembled around the handle of her satchel. Inside was a letter—the confession she’d written a hundred times and burned a hundred and one.
He stared at the ticket. Then at her.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly. And when he closed the distance between them, his kiss was not gentle—it was a claiming. A question. A vow rewritten. revelatia sylvia day pdf