Rewrite Our Story (Sutten Mountain, #1)

by Kat Singleton

He winks at me and I think I fall in love with him all over again.

I feel like so many of our encounters, some of my favorite moments with him, all take place in the dark. It’s like the moon is the only thing to know anything about us. It’s a sad thought. Maybe I want him to acknowledge me in the sun, too.

I finally got to kiss the boy I’ve loved for as long as I can remember. And he kissed me back with a matched passion and desperation.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Cade cocks his head, a lopsided smirk appearing on his face. “I could think of something even more beautiful.”

“Look at the stars with me, Goldie,” Cade whispers. As I adjust my body, getting comfortable in his warm embrace, I fight the urge to tell him I’d lie here with him forever. I’d count every star to infinity to stay locked in this moment with him.

“Do you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you?” “No,” she whispers, the one word feeling like a punch to the fucking gut. “I probably want to kiss you more.”

“If you were to look at these stars forever, tell me about the house you’d want to look at them from.” My heart warms at his words. I think about his question for a few moments. “Something right here. At our spot. Right where you found that very first marigold.”

“Why the fuck would I want you to stay away when I was in love with you?”

His eyes soften as he looks at me with such a powerful look, it’s the first time I wonder if he may love me back. And not the kind of love that comes with growing up with someone. The kind of love that’s all consuming. The kind of love that’s like a brand to the soul, one that lingers in the deepest depths of your heart for the rest of your life. The kind that goes from I love you to I’m in love with you.

I grab her hand, pressing it against my chest. There’s no way she doesn’t feel the intensity of my rapid heartbeat against her palm. “You feel that?” She nods. “I do.” “Ask me again if I’m yours.” “Are you mine?” “My heart only beats like that for you.”

I laugh. Fuck. I love her. I love her so goddamn much my heart hurts.

You don’t stop loving someone even after they break your heart. You can’t stop loving them, no matter what damage was done.

I hate knowing the best thing I can do for the woman I’m hopelessly in love with is to let her go.

“That’s the thing about marigolds, they’re all beautiful.”

“I love you,” I repeat, making good on the promise I made to myself that I’d make sure she knew how much I loved her. “The kind of love that lasts forever.” “The kind of love that lasts past forever.”