Out of Sight

by Cleo White

Oh good, so he's also an expert in vaginas and a feminist saint.

I never understood the point of the extra n's tacked on to the end of the word damnnnn until I met him.

In just a few days, Isobel Bradley has become the center of my world, and, damn me, I don't give a fuck who she is anymore. Every instinct inside me is bellowing that this beautiful, hurt creature is meant for me, and the rest of my life hangs on the question I just asked her.

“I want you more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Not just the pieces you've decided are good enough to show the world, but fucking all of you.” A sense of calm finality has settled over me. We haven't even kissed. I barely know her, yet I mean these words more than the ones I spoke when I married Reuben's mother all those years ago. It's a promise, and one I intend to honor until this woman stands in front of me in a white dress, ready to make vows of her own.

I've had a lot of first kisses in my life, but I know this one will be my last from the moment I get my first taste of her.

”He grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze when I try to turn away. “You're not broken, sweetheart. You're a fucking miracle, and I'm going to prove it over and over again until you believe me. Starting now.”

“Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?” A big hand closes around my throat, pressing hard enough for my breath to come in shallow pants and stars to burst in front of my eyes. Judah growls, hunched forward over me, and I realize he's still wearing his tux. “I see a fucking miracle, Isobel Bradley. You're kind and good and loyal. Those people—they don’t see you, love. It’s bullshit, and I’d give anything to spare you that pain, but neither of us can change what’s broken in them."

When he says he loves you, but Judah says…

“I’m going to get you pregnant,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “Going to give you a family, Issy. A real family. I’ve always wanted that, and I think you have too. So, we’re going to make one together.”