Rush (City Lights Series, #3)

by Emma Scott

That was who he was, and I loved him with every particle that was me.

“You steal my breath away, Noah, and what you’re feeling is me, trying to catch it back. But I never can. Not when you’re this close to me.”

“I love you, Noah. With my heart and my soul and this body. With every part of me. I love you so much you don’t have to see it. You can feel it.”

“I don’t ever want to be apart again,” I said, even before we’d caught our breath. He shook his head. “I don’t either. But if we were, I know I’d find my way back to you. Always.”

I have found my hope, my gradations of darkness. I don’t jump out of airplanes anymore, but I still fly. I feel the rush of adrenaline through my veins when my love for Charlotte overwhelms me. And I feel it now as she touches my hand.

I am blind but I’m no longer lost in the dark. The future with Charlotte is vast and bright, and over that horizon—our horizon—I can see to forever.

I just felt loved. And cherished. And safe. I always felt safe with Noah.

I’d hoped I’d always feel this way. I knew I always would.

For us. Noah’s best meant his heart and soul, blood and guts, sweat and tears, and my heart was filled with so much love for him, I could hardly contain it.