Feels Like Love, by Jeanette Lewis
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When they reached the shadows, Wade stopped abruptly and she almost crashed into him as he turned to face her. The urge to wrap her arms around his waist was so strong it left her aching and breathless. She took a few steps back to put some distance between them and for a long moment they stared at each other.
“You can’t marry him,” Wade finally said.
Her throat was dry and her heart pounded in her ears.
“I mean it, April. I still love you. And you still love me – I can see it in your eyes.”
She took a shaky breath, trying to think, trying to sort through the emotions crashing through her. What was nostalgia and what was real?
“Well?” he pressed.
“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded.
“Because I can’t … I don’t know how to respond to that.”
“Yes, you do. You still love me, don’t you?”
All she had to say was no. No, Wade, I don’t love you anymore. He would go away and she could go back to her life, back to Scott, and pretend none of this had happened.
I don’t love you anymore.
She looked into his brown eyes. “I still love you,” she whispered.
He closed the distance between them in two quick strides and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.