Prologue

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I remember that night as if it were yesterday. It was about 11 o'clock and we had just pulled up in front of my house. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the other to speak. 

"Bentley." He murmured and slipped his fingers into mine.

I looked up at him, instantly captivated by his blue eyes. In that moment, all of the feelings came rushing back. He was the goosbumps coming to life and the hair on the back of my neck rising to the occasion. He was the lump in my throat, the tightness in my chest. He was my chapped lips and my nervous stutter. He was everything that made me so terrified to love, but so excited to seize it. It's true when they say that no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing mine. I closed my eyes letting out a soft sigh. 

"Mine." He whispered.

"Yours." I breathed.

And then he kissed me.

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