Chapter 27

• For a second, I stood frozen, as if time had stopped, and it was only the two of us that mattered. I refused to blink, afraid that if this was a daydream, I’d lose him.
• The man was still as dashing as ever; distance and time have dealt kindly with him, and he only looked too good to be true, like a prince in a fairytale.
• He was in a gray dress shirt and tailored black pants. His perfectly groomed hair was gelled to the back with only a single strand dangling across his face, and my hands itched to reach out to tuck it behind his eyes.