Soul Searching (Sweetwater Peak, #1)

by Lyla Sage

for some reason, kissing her made me forget to breathe. But if I died while kissing Collins, I’d die a happy man. Fuck, I was down bad.

“I just…I wonder if every decision I’ve ever made was leading me to you,” she said, and my hammer slipped out of my hand. I didn’t even hear it hit the floor. “I know mine led me to you,” I said quietly. I’d never been more sure of anything—the

“I’ll go anywhere with you, Collins,” I said. “To the ends of the earth and back again if you asked me to.”