“I’ll Fight for You to the End.” And She Still Left

H: You always knew you were raising a guinea pig.

Dylan: I'm sorry.

H: Thank you.

Dylan: For what?

H: Thank you for standing up for me…

Dylan: I'll fight for you to the end.


That last line. 

“I’ll fight for you to the end.”

Do you understand how much that man has already done for her?

In just a few days, H has moved into his home, attended his best friend's wedding, watched football with him, and watched him deal with her troublesome ex.

When she gets drunk, he even jokes that perhaps he should learn how to take care of other people.

And then there's that night when she cuts herself on broken glass.

He's sleeping several walls away, but somehow hears her and comes running. He cleans and bandages her wound, then stays there on one knee, holding her injured hand a little longer than necessary.

Honestly, Dylan.

You can get up now.

Actually, no. Don't.

I'm enjoying this scene.

And that's the thing about slow burn romance. Sometimes a man kneeling in front of a woman, carefully holding her injured hand, is more devastating than an entire bedroom scene.

Because he hasn't said he loves her.

He hasn't even admitted it to himself.

But look at him.

He hears her hurt herself from another room. He comes to her. He takes care of her. And when he's finished, he doesn't seem particularly eager to let go.

Then there are those goodnight kisses.

Every night, he goes to her bedroom door, bends down, brushes his lips against her forehead, and wishes her goodnight.

A light kiss. Barely anything.

And somehow, it's everything.

There's something almost unfair about a man who can be so controlled and still give himself away in these tiny moments. He doesn't need to do anything more. The restraint is precisely what makes it so intimate.

That's the real advantage of a slow burn. You can make a forehead kiss feel more dangerous than a bedroom scene.

But here's the painful part.

H doesn't necessarily see it that way.

She knows Dylan is handsome, wealthy, experienced, and completely outside her world. She also knows there's another woman in his life—or at least, a woman whose presence makes H wonder what she actually means to him.

Maybe Dylan sees their relationship as something casual. Maybe she's the one who has started hoping for more.

Perhaps, in H's mind, a man like Dylan and a woman like that make far more sense together.

And what is she?

Someone who has wandered into his world by accident.

Someone who might be sent back to the human world at any moment.

So those goodnight kisses? She tells herself they're just some strange custom in this strange place. A little like a Western cheek kiss, perhaps.

Anything is easier to believe than the possibility that they mean something.

And now she has to leave.

H is being sent back to the human world to be studied, like a guinea pig. No one has done this before. No one can promise she'll return safely.

Dylan may have the power to fight for her. Maybe he could even find a way to keep her there.

But H wants to go home and see her parents again. And perhaps he understands that he can't simply make that decision for her.

So he lets her go.

Or maybe he believes she'll come back.

I wonder about that.

“I'll fight for you to the end.”

Was that a promise to fight the people sending her away? A promise that he wouldn't give up on her? Or simply the only way he could tell her how much she mattered without actually saying the words?

We don't have to decide just yet.

What we do know is that H leaves his world heartbroken, convinced that she has fallen for a man who may never be hers.

And Dylan is left behind with all those things he still hasn't said.

Don't worry, though.

There are five books in this series.

They haven't even made it to the bedroom yet.

Slow burn, everyone.

We are going to be here for a while.

Want more of Dylan and H?

Find them in Finally Found You — The Immortal in My Dreams, a slow-burn paranormal romance. 👉📖 Read on Kindle 

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