On the Island (On the Island, #1)

by Tracey Garvis Graves

“Did you talk to Mom about it?” Sarah asked. “Yes. She told me to ask myself if my life was better with him or without him.”

I waited for her to swallow and then I lost my shit completely. I grabbed her face with both hands, and I kissed her, hard. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. I could have kissed her for days, and if she told me to stop I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.

I justified that what we had done felt good, and if anyone deserved that, it was us. What we did was our business and no one else’s. At least that’s what I told myself.

The selfish part of me, however, couldn’t fathom not falling asleep in his arms or being with him every day. I needed T.J., and the thought of being away from him bothered me more than I wanted to admit.

“I’ve been in love with you for months. I’m telling you now because I think you love me, too, Anna. You just don’t think you’re supposed to. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. I can wait.”

“No. It’s because I would never marry a man who only asked me because he felt he had to.”

“I never wanted anyone else, T.J. I just wanted what was best for you.” “You are what’s best for me,”