Waiting for the Flood (Spires, #2)

by Alexis Hall

love sometimes doesn’t work out,

the time you have with somebody you move away from isn’t wasted or lost, nor does it lessen or diminish the time you have with others after them.

Seconds tangling into minutes tangling into hours.

Just the two of us in each other’s arms, with all our tomorrow’s horizons, kissing in the darkness until I forgot to care about the light.