Serendipity, lucky encounter by chance. That was the only thing that could explain how Hope and Harry kept meeting. Only Serendipity could forsee Hope and Harry meeting the first time as Harry was banging on his hotel room locked out and stark naked.
-" I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Harry whispered as he allowed his forehead to fall and rest against mine. I didn't pull away. Instead, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, attempting to swallow the lump in my throat with it. " Sometimes, sorry isn't enough to fix the damage," I murmured, opening my eyes again to be greeted...