Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

Even when I was happy, I was thinking about when I wouldn’t be.

“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.”

“I would rather have the moon anyway.”

“I’m the moon?” I asked sarcastically. “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.”