“I remember.”
“Is it wrong to say I wish it was you?”
“I was legally allowed. Eighteen years old. You don’t have to worry.”
“If it had been you, neither of us would have wasted all these years.”
She kissed his lips. “Then we won’t waste any more.” And she wouldn’t allow anyone to tear them apart. Those women could say whatever they wanted to her. She didn’t care. She loved Drew, and had loved him before she left.
There was no way she was leaving.
This man was hers, as much as she was his.