You Are My Hope
Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that make your body ache, and your heart hammer. It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain. That his lips on mine made my worries vanish. That his love gave me a reason to breathe again. With him I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance. Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what had really brought us together. I only hope we could go back. I never could have imagined this.
