“We’re meant to be, Els. We were meant to bump into each other that day. We were meant to find it, we had to find it. I’ve found it with you.”
“Found what?” He comes back to me and cups my head in his hands. His eyes study mine, his mouth in a grin.
“Love, baby. We’ve found it, in all its glory. We condemned ourselves to feel it, to wish it, and we found it. We didn’t even have to try.” His lips softly graze against mine.