Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

I was deeply sad afterward, but not because I was grieving the relationship. I was grieving all of the parts of myself that I lost or gave up in the name of comfort because I would rather have been comfortable than happy. I chose to prioritize my false sense of security instead of me.”

The past that gave me an interminable urge to run just to avoid feeling stuck—even if running made my heart blister and my soul weary.

“You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”

And as far as lifetimes went, basking in the warmth of the sun seemed like a pretty damn good way to spend one.