Butterfly Effect

Butterfly Effect

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Nate Collins was never the kind of guy I'd fall in love with. God, he wasn't the kind of guy anyone would fall in love with. But no matter what we did, it was like the universe did everything in its power to bring us together, or at least ourselves, because I know Nate never wanted to fall in love with me, and I still don't know if he ever did, but when we were together, all the fights, screams, lies and wounds were nothing. Because when we were together, it didn't matter how many people told us that it couldn't end well, nor how many demons Nate hid, nor how much we fought when we were. Because that's what it was about, that's what made us different to the rest, that's what kept us together. Because he brought the worst of him, and I the best of him. And just when we thought we were growing and improving, we realized that we were bad for each other, that we were never goo for each other in any way, and that when we were together, we were toxic. But apart, we were worse.
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The second I saw her my skin heated and heart skipped a beat. I knew I had to know who she was. I knew I just needed to be near her. After my horrible marriage I knew getting involved with anyone was the worst thing I could possibly do. The problem was the girl of my dreams was standing right in-front of me partially guarded. She knew my family and knew about my past which should scare me away, but it doesn't it only draws me closer to her. My brother is getting married, I'm the best man, she's the maid of honor. If I screw this up even a little bit everyone is going to have my ass. The second I saw him my mouth went dry. His sculpted arms in that t-shirt covered in ink, my body was telling me to run the other way, to not get involved with this gorgeous dangerous man with a military past. Those gorgeous blue eyes however pulled me in and saw right through every part of me. He's my best friends soon to be brother-in-law, and I have legal custody of a child that isn't mine. Nobody wants to be with a single mom these days, what makes him any different?

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