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byBella P (semi-hiatus)
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Love Unwritten (Lakefront Billionaires, #2)
byLauren Asher
Read betweenJuly 16 - July 17, 2024
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To those who see themselves as broken. I hope you find someone who admires your scars for what they are: A sign of your struggle and a testament to your strength.
Sherrie White liked this
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Hot single dad with more emotional baggage than London Heathrow Airport during Christmas? Check.
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An image of me wrapping my hands around his throat flashes before my eyes. I’m not a violent person, but something about Rafael always brings out the worst in me. His eyes narrow. “Are you picturing my murder again?” “In graphic detail.” “Poison?” “Asphyxiation.”
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“My son is giving murder advice now?” “Are you seriously surprised? His favorite comic book is about a villain.”
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The photo is evidence that even the brightest stars can fade away, becoming a fraction of what they once were.
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“Remind me why I put up with you?” “Because you love your son more than you dislike me.” A long crease appears on his forehead. “I don’t dislike you.”
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“But do you like me?” His palm brushes over his short beard. “I’m still deciding.”
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The base of my neck tingles, and I peek over my shoulder to find Rafael’s gaze focused on my ass. Oh my God. Why is he checking me out?
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“It’s…nice,” I manage to say with an even voice. He rubs at his cheek. “Just nice?” “Are you fishing for compliments again?” “Only because you’re starting to give me a complex.” “Would you rather I say you’re hot?” “See? Was that so hard to admit?” I roll my eyes with a smile. “Anyone in town could tell you that.” His eyes lock on to mine. “I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion.”
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Nico lowers his voice as he says, “It’s okay if you like her. I can share.” “How generous of you,” I deadpan.
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“Do you like my dad?” Nico asks in a singsong voice. “Because he likes you.” Ellie’s eyes collide with mine. “He said that?” Nico lets out a puff. “Well, no, but he said you’re pretty.” Her cheeks flush. “He’s never said anything to me.” “He’s shy.” Nico fails to keep his voice at a whisper. “Not true,” I say.
I stare at her until she meets my gaze again. “I wasn’t about to tell my son what I was really thinking, if that’s what you were wondering.” She releases a shaky breath. “What was that?” “That you looked so damn gorgeous, it physically hurt me to look at you because I knew you could never be mine.”
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“One day, when you find the one you’ve been looking for, he better do everything in his power to keep you because you deserve the kind of love that they write songs about.”
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“Why?” “Because I care.” Her bitter laugh sounds all wrong. “You have a funny way of showing it.” “What do you want me to do?” “Leave me be.” “I can’t.” “Why? You’ve done it for eight months already, so it can’t be that difficult.” “That was before.” “Before what?” “I realized just how much I care.”
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“Thank you.” “For what?” “Being you.” His
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“Do you trust me?” Her eyes narrow. “What’s with the interrogation?” “Just answer me.” The urge to tuck a strand of her golden hair behind her ear becomes too great to ignore. I wish I had a flower too, solely so I could have another reason to touch her while tucking it behind her ear. Now that’s an idea. “Yes.” She sighs. “I trust you.”
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“I’m sad you were hurting that bad.” My heart feels like it’s shrunk to half its size. “I’m better now. I promise.” He holds out his pinkie. “Do you swear?” I lock my pinkie finger with his and promise before saying, “You don’t need to worry about me.” “Papi told me it’s okay to worry about people we love because that means we care.” My eyes mist over. “I love you too.”
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“Papi says I have the biggest heart he knows.” Second-biggest heart to exist, right after his father’s.
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“You’re one of the strongest people I know.” His touch is soft. Appreciative. Exploratory in a way that makes my stomach burst with butterflies. The last time I counted, I had over fifty scars, so that makes me the complete opposite of strong, but with the way Rafael looks at me, I choose to believe him. His lips brush over one of the older ones. “All I see is someone who chose to live.” My bottom lip wobbles. “Someone who chose to keep
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to give up.” He brushes the tip of his finger over one of my tattoos, and my vision blurs at the edges as tears form near my lash line. “Someone who turned their scars into shooting stars.” He leans forward on his knees and kisses my newest scar that always fills me with shame.
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“Happiness looks good on you.” I shove him off. “Falling in love with Dahlia really has changed you.” “Just wait until it happens to you.” I have a feeling it may happen sooner than I thought.
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“Rafa?” He looks up from his phone. “Yeah?” “I love you.”
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“I love you.” A tear slips down the side of her face. “I love every single thing about you.” I grind my hips, making her gasp. “Your mind. Your scars. But most of all, your heart.” With a trembling hand, she cups my cheek and looks up at me with glistening eyes full of hope. “I love you too.”
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I don’t deserve someone as beautiful as you.
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He is right. Unlike my other songs, this one is happy. Hopeful even. Like a never-ending epilogue of our unfinished love story. A love story that has only just begun, with the best parts still left to be written.
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The same flowers he spends hours tending to in his new greenhouse, solely because he never wants me to go a single day without one. I never want to go a single day without him because he is the one who inspired the greatest unwritten love song of all. Ours.
