[...]
As if we’ve done this before, we turn toward the baggage claim and begin to walk together. Her posture is perfect, her narrow shoulders held just so. There’s a cool elegance to her, a sophistication, a refinement that lures me in. But it’s the warm complexity, an intelligence in her eyes that holds my attention.

[...]
That controlled, alpha vibe stops being attractive when you peel off the suit. They’re just like other men—overgrown children who want a woman to fight for them.
And fight for herself.
Because if she doesn’t fight for herself, no one is going to fight for her.

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-Nothing is impossible when it comes to lov—things like this.
I grin at her slip-up.
-I love your romanticism, but I’m still pragmatic. It’s not that easy.
-Maybe not, but you’ll never know if you don’t try.
What if I try … .

[...]
Sometimes you have to release the reins and let the world guide you. You have to trust that the universe knows what’s best.