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My body desperately wanted to close the gap between us, to wrap my good arm around his waist. No one had ever cared for me like this. No man had ever touched me as if I was delicate, precious.
“You didn’t fail. Something terrible happened, and you have no control over that.”
In that moment, my world shifted. As I held her shaking body while she spoke with such steel in her voice, I knew I was gone. Life would never be the same. And while that should have terrified me, the realization brought nothing with it but peace.
When this was over, I’d adopt all the dogs.
For this moment, this kiss. This was so much more than attraction. So much deeper than lust. It was possibility.
“You can’t make a proper evidence board without red string.”
“I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” “Edna St. Vincent Millay,”
“I told you I’d do anything to protect you.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “And I meant it. You are brave and passionate and infuriatingly reckless. But you’re mine. And no one hurts my girl.” That single word hung in the air. Mine.
“She changed me,” I admitted. “The best ones always do.” “I was content—” “Contentment is bullshit,” he snapped. “It’s a cop-out. You deserve more, Jude. You deserve risk and adventure and a love so intense you can’t sleep at night.”
