It hadn’t been my intention to kiss him. Not right then. I wanted to wait until the perfect moment, but listening to Javier downgrade himself was becoming too much. With every insult he hurled at himself, my heart fractured a little more.
I’d only wanted to stop the endless disparaging diatribe. But as he slanted his head and deepened the kiss, I knew it wasn’t just about me. Kissing Javier was the moment of perfection I’d been wanting. Our hearts decided when we couldn’t do it ourselves.
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