" I'm never going to fucking like him." Brock's voice was rough. "He's living my dream with my girl."

It took everything I had to keep from sobbing, breathing in and out. He walked to me, pulled me close. "But he loves you. He'll always put himself between you and danger, and you love him." he pressed a kiss on my forehead, looked down at me and grinned. "So, I might not like him, but I respect him. "

― L.A. Fiore , Letting Go