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Values to Live By: Know What Matters Most and Let It Be Your Guide

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“I told you in York,” he said. “It isn’t over.” Her eyes closed briefly against a swell of such raw yearning she didn’t know whether to weep or to swoon. He bent his head to hers. “It never has been. Not for me.” She felt his breath warm against her lips for a suspended moment before his mouth captured hers. A muffled gasp. A flicker of doubt. And then . . . Oh, and then. Her lips softened, yielding beneath his as if they’d been waiting for him all this time. A low growl of approval sounded in his throat. It reverberated within her, a thoroughly disconcerting sensation. She wanted—”

“Want to know a secret?" Logan whispered in my ear. I nodded against his chest, not wanting to put any distance between us. My mom would have said we were dancing too close, but to me, it felt perfect. "You're my favorite," he said. His breath tickled my cheek, and I looked up to see his chocolate eyes soaking me in. "Your favorite what?" I asked. "Everything. You're my favorite everything." I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing his head close to mine. Then I kissed him. Again. Because I could.”

“it’s a day to celebrate love.” “Love?” he asked, then straightened up. “Isn’t it?” I wanted to see his face, his expressions, but I couldn’t, and I waited, breathlessly for his words in the dark. “Are you still talking about Valentine’s Day?” he asked. “No,” I said. “You love me?” “Of course I love you,” I said. “As more than a friend?” “I just kissed you, Jack.” “I kissed you.”

“You don’t need a perfect plan. You need a paycheck, a purpose, and the guts to take the first step.”