Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

“I love you,” I blurt, and when her gaze comes to mine, I cup her face, bringing her closer. “I love you, Lennon. And I’ve wanted love for a long time. But I didn’t know it would be like this. I didn’t know it would be infinitely better than the very best things my imagination conjured up. Being with you feels like the first time I looked through your telescope. It feels like seeing fifty million stars when I’d only ever been able to see ten thousand. It feels like an impossible rainbow of lights dancing through a black night. Like a storm that’s been living for hundreds of years, and meteors falling from the sky. Love feels like looking at you and not understanding how something as beautiful as everything you are exists, but just accepting that it does, because a world without you means a world without light.”

“You’re worth it, Jaxon,” she whispers. “You’ve always been worth it.”