Chapter 47

We leave the graveyard soon after, hand in hand.

Words can’t even describe how much I love him. He’s definitely the most important person I’ve ever had in my life.

We stop walking when we reach Harry’s car, and he places his hands on my waist.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. I smile, overcome by my love for him.

Harry holds up his hand to me, fingers spread. His face holds a peace that I’ve never seen in him before, and his green eyes are as bright as ever.

I place my hand in his, stretching my fingers over his as much as I can. His hand is much larger than mine, but as he closes hi fingers around mine, it’s like our hands were made for each other’s. A perfect fit.

Harry lowers our hands, never once taking his eyes from mine.

“I love you, Bethany,” he whispers, voice sincere.

My eyes flick away from his for a moment, landing on his lips. I love you too, Harry.” My voice is weak and small, just the opposite of his.

He reaches forward to cup my jaw, and leans in to place his lips on mine. His mouth tastes like a mixture of tic-tacs and cigarettes, and the kiss is short and sweet, but full of passion.

We pull back, smiling at each other. I play with his fingers, looking at the tattoos on his arm.

I trace the one on the back of his wrist, wondering what it means.

“I can’t change. That’s what I thought before I fell in love with you,” he whispers, as if reading my mind.

I grin, bringing my hand up to the nape of his neck. I twist a curl around my finger, studying his eyes.

“I think I’ll get another tattoo to cover it,” he muses, looking into my eyes. “Maybe an anchor, because you keep me anchored to you.”

I can feel tears pricking the back of my eyes, and I lean my forehead against his. “Sounds perfect.”

We drive home soon after that; just talking about nothing.

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