Lovelight Farms (Lovelight, #1)

by B.K. Borison

It’s hard to love someone without restraint. To give yourself over to the swell and pull of it without fear of what might happen. I think it’s only natural to hold a part of yourself back and protect what you can.

When we took that first camping trip to the beach and I woke up with you wrapped around me, I could feel your heartbeat against my back. It was the first time in years I didn’t wake up lonely and sad.”

The rest of our lives. That sounds pretty damn good. His nose nuzzles my hair and he drops his voice to a whisper. “I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to trip over boxes on my way out of the bedroom. I want to dance with you in the kitchen, and I want—I want to keep holding your hand. Every day. I want to be your husband.

I breathe him in with the nighttime air. I close my eyes and beg myself to remember this moment. The pounding of his heart against me and the shaky way he exhales. The glow of the Christmas lights and a red checkered blanket with a tear at the corner. Luka and me right in the middle of it all. Together, like we’re supposed to be. “Yes,” I say. “I want to be your wife.” He rocks us back and forth. His voice is rough and low. “Best friend, too?” I hiccup a laugh into his neck. “Always that.”