Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

“Oh, I’m not giving up on Chapel, but I may be giving up on you,” she bites out, voice still watery, but harder. “Let me think about this and we can decide what to say to Chapel once I’ve had time to consider. Let’s wait to tell her.”

Okay then you good!!! My main concern was Chapel being a casualty but if not then bye girl!

“Let me be very clear. I think Hendrix has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. Her face is art to me. I love her body. I think it’s thick in all the right places and I’ve been physically attracted to her from the moment we met.” Tension creeps across my shoulders and I squeeze the phone more tightly. “I would never be in a relationship with someone solely based on physical appearance, though. I wish in the time we were together you had realized that. For your sake.”

She needs her ass beat but this will do lmbooo

“Yeah, and I hate feeling helpless. I’m always in control. Ya know?” “I know the feeling. For people like us, like Maverick, too, the worst thing you can do is put us in a situation where we have no control.” He leans forward and covers my hand with his own. “But it’s also the best thing for us, too. It teaches us a lot about life and about ourselves. Strength is not always control. Sometimes it’s surrender.” “You mean like giving up?” Because that is a foreign concept to me. “No, not giving up—accepting. Accepting that you can’t control a wave, so you ride it. You set aside the idea that things will go exactly as planned. In a situation like this, they never do.”

Ok ppl need to hear this!!

That night is suffused with could’ve beens and never should’ves, the hours that her mind circles over and over again searching for a different outcome. One where the love of her life is here. That night is a door that stays cracked open; one that deprived her of one last kiss. Of a final farewell. And in the fog of her memories, that door remains ajar.

I’ve poured my love and care into a circle of people who surround me now and will encircle me then. I’ve watched my mother survive nearly everyone she loved throughout her life until now there are so few left. When I couldn’t be there, her sister was. Her church was. Her neighbors were because she’d extended herself all her life, not just to me, her child, but to everyone around her, and they wanted to extend themselves to her. That’s community.

This is beautiful!! Makes me want to do a better job with my community

serenity. In the blossoms that are a legacy of my grandmother, whose flowers won my mother’s heart.

Love this so much

“I want my love to be the most extravagant gift I ever give you,” he whispers, his voice deep and reverent. “I want it to be outrageously unconditional. I want it to overflow and spill into every crevice of your life, every corner of your heart because that’s what you do for me. You overwhelm me, Hendrix.”

“There are some hard times ahead,” he goes on, undaunted by my silence. “Hard times I’ve lived through before, dark days I’ve negotiated with my own family. I’m ready to walk this path with you. I will face anything with you. I want to be by your side, and I’d be honored to have you at mine.”

Seated on a bench that bears my parents’ initials, surrounded by the flowers that symbolize their lifelong love, I’m reminded that I wasn’t sure I could ever have that. That I’d ever find a man I could trust with my heart, with my goals and dreams; whom I could respect with the assurance that he respects me in return.