The Fall Up (The Fall Up, #1)

by Aly Martinez

But every day was yet another tomorrow.

She was Levee. More than that, I wanted her to be mine.

“You haven’t been going up there either?” “I’ve been there every night, but that’s not the view I’ve been missing.”

“These are not as honest. Don’t tell me you’re fine. Don’t tell me you have to go. Don’t tell me that everything is okay. Just tell me the truth your eyes are so desperate for me to hear.”

“The only problem, Levee, is I just want you.”

“There isn’t a woman in the world who doesn’t have demons of some sort. No matter who I end up with, it’s always going to be a struggle.” I kissed her hair again, letting it linger as if my lips were able to transfer the truth of my words. “Levee, I’d like to struggle with you.”

“Sam, you have no idea what you’re getting into.” “No one ever does. It’s the beauty of taking risks.”

I’d claimed her. And, in turn, she owned me. It was almost as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Almost.

“Levee, I’ll tell you anything you want to know as long as it means you’re with me to keep asking.”

You were never a distraction to me, Sam. You were always my reprieve.”

It was the end of uncertainty. And the beginning of us.

“There must be a million women throwing themselves at you. How are you not married with a boatload of kids by now?” His smile spread impossibly wide. “I hadn’t met you yet.”