Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

For those who think they’re better off alone, that they’re not worthy of the love they crave, because they’ve dealt with the pain of people leaving. The power to let them win or rise above it with your head held high is yours and yours alone. The only person who needs to think you’re worth it is you.

Hope is a funny, fickle thing. You hold on to it for so long, refusing to give it up, and one day you just loosen your grip, watching it sift through your fingers, so damn tired you don’t even care as it disappears.

“Looking at you, knowing you exist in my world, that you could be mine one day and gone the next, is the most overwhelming thing I’ve ever felt.”

There’s something so inherently heartbreaking about silence, especially when you thought you wanted it and discover the hard way that you don’t.”

“I’ll wait, Jaxon. I don’t care how long. Because this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. You’re a once-in-a-lifetime find. I’m not walking away.”

“Here it is, honey. I love you. I am so goddamn, mind-blowingly in love with you, and the thought of losing you is killing me. I don’t want you to go. This place only feels like a home when you’re here.” I whisper my final plea. “Please, honey. Please stay.”

“I don’t know when I fell in love with you. It happened slowly, I think, but maybe we planted the seeds that first night. One day I just looked at you, and I knew. It was like my world stopped, and all I could focus on was the way I felt in that moment, like I’d come alive, stepped out of the shadows and into the sunshine, embraced all of me for the first time in my life because I’d found someone who let me be me without ever asking me to change a thing. Someone who saw me and just . . . appreciated me. Exactly as I was. There is nothing in this world that could pull me away from you, Jaxon. You are my best friend, my line, and my home. Why would I ever leave?”