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Heather
Channing was taking me to the springs.
I recognized where we were going about halfway there, and I couldn’t explain what went through me. It was our spot. When we pulled onto the small road that led to our section of the river, I could only stare at him.
He had the window down, and the wind was moving through his hair. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other between us, palm up and his thumb turned toward me.
I felt an upsurge of love that was different than the others. It was love from knowing the person all your life, yet still feeling that “newness,” that giddy emotion, that excitement pooling in the bottom of my stomach. It was all of those loves, and it was fierce, and protective, and there was a twinge of regret.
I regretted letting him walk away before.
