Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

“What’s a virgin?” Sarah asks. “Definitely not what Jaxon is,” Emmett assures her.

can nearly taste her on my tongue, letting everyone else see the way her eyes dance when she looks up at me, the same way mine do when I’m looking at her.

And I blurt out, “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.”

But I didn’t realize how earth-shattering love could be.

Because I deserved better than what you gave me. I deserved loyalty and communication. I deserved support for my dreams and someone who showed up for me when they promised they would. I deserved love, Ryne, and I deserved better.”

“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.”

Kissing Lennon is like that first sip of coffee on a cold winter morning. She’s everything warm and rich, this cozy feeling that sinks into your bones, settles all your racing thoughts. She wakes me up, slow and steady, chases away the fog, makes me feel ready to take on the toughest parts of my day.