Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“No, Raven, I doubt the things we go through ever fully go away. They scar us and mark us forever. It’s how we handle those scars that define us.”

Not because she was weak. But because we all needed someone sometimes. Needed the support and the belief.

“You are the first thought I have when I open my eyes in the morning and the last one before I go to sleep. You are the thunder in my veins and the chaos in my spirit. You are everything I want and the one thing I’m not supposed to have.”

“It means I’m so fuckin’ in love with you, so fuckin’ gone for you, that there’s no chance my world could spin right without you in it. So fuckin’ in love with you that I feel like I’m ripping apart every time I look at you. You are my heart, and that’s the truth.”

No restraint left. No barrier high or wide enough that could hold me back. I stormed across the space separating us, and one second later, I had my girl in my arms.