Everywhere Unraveled (Foundlings #2)

by Fiona Keane

I would have done the same thing, and I had been, stubbornly refusing to be contained within a storm.

I couldn’t hear the thunder anymore, or even the muffled roar of the waves once I was beneath the water.

As his voice trailed off, so did his eyes. He studied the distant corner of the room, avoiding me altogether.

She was my beautiful storm.

The small cottage, weathered by the beach winds, was hanging by a thread. It was clinging to the past, just like me.

she meticulously examined my face as though she was burning a memory…as though we would be a memory.

She stepped back and I couldn’t hold her any longer. I let her go.

I could smell the sea in his hair and feel the warmth of his body against mine, beneath the covers of that expensive bed.

We had become entirely different people, both losing and gaining each other’s innocence and fears.

The stars were shining amongst the calm, black sky that covered the entire Gulf with a peaceful glow.

in the most beautiful, desirable way. That was the love I didn’t know. That was the foreign, terrifying, and absolutely consuming, hopeless love that I also felt. I did.

“This feeling, the way our souls explode when you barely touch my hand, or the way you’ve shattered my walls—our walls! That’s not casual, Jameson. That’s fate. Nobody has done it, but for you. Nobody could.”