Indigo by Krystal Veitch

I fell in love long before I was old enough to understand the true meaning.
Paxton Shepard may have been broken, but he was mine.
My protector. My hero. My person.
When I left town, it was with an aching heart and the words, I’m sorry, I can’t, replaying in my mind.
I wasn’t expecting him to come back into my life the way he did, or at all really, but four years later, in a dimly lit parking lot over a cheap cup of coffee, he saved me in more ways than one.
He tells me I’m his as if I haven’t known it since the moment we met and kisses each scar on my soul as if his touch alone can heal them.
But happiness is never really that simple, is it?