Breathe With Me (Playing For Keeps #5)

by Becka Mack

Look, I know what you’re thinking. A drawer of sex toys in the kitchen? But you never know when the mood is going to strike. Sue me for being proactive. Plus, it’s not like we don’t clean up.

You’re strength personified. You’re a forest fire, burning the bridges that hold you back. You’re a wildflower, rising again and again, growing without abandon, no matter the weather. You’re a firefly, baby. When the stars are tired, you light your own way, and the way for everyone else, too.”

I can’t help but think that, sometimes, the family you choose shows up for you more than the family you’re born into.

“You’re my landslide, Emmett. Everything I thought I knew fell to my feet when our worlds collided. Then we rebuilt a world together, and I finally understood why good things needed to end so something so much more beautiful could be built in their place.”

“Your heart is a mosaic,” he tells me softly, my face in his warm, capable hands. “Thousands of pieces woven together, each one with its own story. Your heart is beautiful and kind, and it loves the way it does not in spite of all its pieces, but because of them.”