They were alone together, living a forbidden love....
I was wrong about the line he wouldn't cross, wrong about him not wanting to share himself with me. Cruz would always be generous. He would give and give and never hold back where I was concerned. In fact, later, he would give me too much. He would love me and cherish me, and out of that love would come pain and more. But sitting there by the pool the day my mother abandoned me, I didn't understand the other side of love. Why would I? I had no experience with that particular emotion.
My forever begins now.
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