No Tomorrow (All the Tomorrows, #1)

by Carian Cole

“We should get married.” My breath catches in my throat, right beneath that sensitive spot his mouth is covering. “Wh-what?” “Me and you,” he whispers, nudging the fabric of my shirt away with his face and dragging his lips to my collarbone. I am utterly, without any doubt, shocked speechless. I raise my hand and touch his head, threading my fingers in his hair as he continues kissing me like he didn’t just drop a huge bomb on me. My brain fights through the tremors spreading through my body from his touch. “Blue...do you have any idea what you just said?” “Mmm,” he hums, lifting my shirt and kissing my breast through the thin white lace of my bra. “Evan?” This is a conversation that might require his real name. Finally he looks up at me, his blue eyes smoldering. “I fucked this all up, didn’t I?” “I guess it depends on what this is.” “This is me trying to tell you I want to be with you forever.” I sift his hair through my fingers and search his face. “You used to be afraid of forever.” “You’re right. I’m not anymore. Now I’m afraid of not having it.” “So am I. You kinda kept taking my hopes for a happily ever after away.” His jaw muscles twitch. “I’m trying to give it back.” “I know,” I say softly. “And I love it so much. I just think we have to take things slow.”