Jayci Lee

“But nothing will happen unless you want it to. I am … at your mercy.”

“Life doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be good. Food is one way to make that happen.”

“Does it taste good?”

“Does what taste good?” He ran the backs of his fingers down the side of her face.

“My name … on your lips,” she said boldly.

“It tastes fucking glorious.”

“Gross or not, I like things that make you happy,” he murmured before turning his gaze to the screen.

Somewhere along the line, she’d forgotten about proving their incompatibility … too happy to be with him to notice any jarring differences. And she acknowledged for the first time that it would cost her something to lose him. But how much would it cost her? Was this time with him worth the cost?

Michel was wonderful. He was loyal, kind, strong, and generous. And he made her laugh. He made her feel safe. He made her feel complete in a way she didn’t know was possible. Her dreamy smile froze in place and slowly melted away.

“I love you, Emma.

“I fell in love with you despite my best intentions. I fell in love with you knowing that I could never have you.”

“With jeongseong.” His voice came out in a husky rasp.

“Yes,” she whispered with a tender smile.

“And I will love you with jeongseong.”

“But I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you with all my heart.”