I thought I'd grow up, single, unattached, because then I could chase everything I wanted without the fear of being dragged down. I lived my whole life wishing I could get out of the boring city I grew up in and I moved to New York because I wanted to experience everything, all at once, in some grand adventure. But laying on his living room sofa with an afghan blanket hovering over my skin, the television painting Harry's toned skin a myriad of colors, I could see the flaws in my thinking. Sometimes, I was realizing, the greatest adventure isn't one you find but one that finds you, one that sticks with you.

I rested my head on Harry's arm and let his hand trace designs into my scalp, reveling in the feeling of his fingertips lazily moving over my skin.

Maybe, I thought, even someone who sticks with you.  

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