Here comes the best part,” I say, realizing that I’ve spoken aloud the words I always tease Haddie for when she announces them at the bridge of the song. The lyrics come and I sing along as the words wash over me, moving me as they always do, bringing goose bumps to my flesh. “There you are, sitting in the garden, clutching my coffee, calling me sugar. You called me sugar.”“I don’t get it,” Colton says, “Why is that the best part?”“Because it’s the moment she realizes that he loves her,” I muse, a soft smile on my face.
K. Bromberg
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