“Are you complaining again?” I teased.
“Never,” he said hoarsely as he took my hand. “Just the fact that you want me as much as I want you is a fucking miracle.”
I followed him as he tugged on my hand. I knew he wasn’t putting himself down because I felt the same way, too.
Sometimes, love really was a surprising phenomenon that could make a person think about how lucky they were to have somebody who felt the same way.
As I followed Jett into the elevator, I realized that my Cinderella story had ended. But I was more than ready to start a new sequel.
I was going to be laughing, loving, and spending the rest of my life with my soul mate.
I already had a real life fairy tale, and it didn’t get any better than that.