I frowned at him from the end of the bridge. There was no way he could find it. There was absolutely no fucking way he knew where it was.
“Here,” he repeated with more conviction, a padlock in his hands. He turned to face me. “It’s here.”
“There are thousands on padlocks on this bridge. You honestly think I believe you know the exact place ours is?”
“Twenty-eight steps in, roughly.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Kind of halfway down because you had a freak-out about it not being even.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Silver and gold. We scratched our initials in with a penknife we found in my suite.”
So much emotion rose in me at that memory. The moment I realized forever would never happen with the guy I loved
