“Yes,” he answers with no doubt in his eyes. “Your happiness means more than anything else to me. If I can play a part in it, I’ll do it all over again.”

“I want to be with you, but . . .” I kiss him and then rest my head on his shoulder. “I need you to promise me you’ll never leave me again, Harbor.”

Grazing his hand over my cheek, he says, “I’m never leaving you again, baby.”

48

Lark

Three months later . . .

Harbor moved my stuff into the apartment the week after we had sex . . . I mean, after we got back together. But the sex was pretty damn amazing. Still is.

I also realized my love for him had never truly faded. It had only been hidden by stormy clouds. It’s so easy to love Harbor—then and now—but loving him in the aftermath of the storm we survived, our love has grown even deeper than I thought possible.

There are no benefits to living in the past when there’s so much happiness to be found in the here, the now, and in the future together. But sometimes, life still throws a curveball . . .

The cute two-room plus terrace apartment he owns just so happens to sit on top of a three-thousand-square-foot penthouse he also owns. I found out that our apartment is an addition he built onto the rooftop deck.

We have plenty of time to move downstairs and eventually start a family. We’re still young and want to enjoy this stage of our lives. I ideally want to get through my residency as well, but my priorities are shifting enough to think about starting a family with him.

Harbor’s still just as busy building his company as I have been with my shifts, so there’s a lot to consider before diving into the next stage. Bonus, I love watching him work. Watching him in action is a glorious sight to behold. He didn’t just tap into a market. He tapped into his passion, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.

So although it’s a stunning apartment and a very Pride and Prejudice ending for a fairy tale, I prefer our love nest for the two of us—the soft as a cloud bed and the large terrace where he set up a movie screen for us to watch the Yankees kick ass all season. There’s just something about being in close quarters filled with our love.

How could I not be wildly in love with him? Harbor gave up everything for me. He doesn’t see it that way, though, and he once said, “I got a life in exchange, the one I wanted, instead of my cousin’s.” My heart is full knowing he’s pursuing his dreams and I get to bear witness.

Despite the hurdles we’ve covered, the next obstacle shows up in the form of an invitation. There’s no return address to give me insight before opening. Just a handwritten letter without postage left with security downstairs in the lobby.