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As the humming notes of guitar and harmonica swirl around me, I can feel exactly where the song comes from—our family roots, the soil of our beloved ranch, and the heart of our unbreakable friendship.
Good God, she smells pretty, like wildflowers and sweet cream frosting.
Her wild mane of red hair doesn’t come from a box or a salon. It’s all hers, and when it’s caught in the wind, she looks like a mystical goddess.
“No matter what, we stay together. Miles, months, cities, years…” Her breath strangles. “We’re bigger than anything that tries to come between us.”
I didn’t sexually or intimately touch Sara. I didn’t kiss her. Didn’t remove my boxers. I didn’t even get wood. I’m still a virgin, because I love Conor Cassidy.
“I’m not broken,” she whispers. “You don’t need me to fix you. You need me to sit with you in the sadness.”
And those jeans fit so low and provocatively around his hips I can see his religion.
“I’ll give you a few seconds to be single.” He bends his knees, putting his face in mine. “But don’t get used to it.”
With a grin that bares my teeth, I do what I’ve done my entire life. I chase her.
Lips swollen and hair mussed, he gives me the full force of his eyes. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever kissed.”
Dark brown eyes glow with gold flecks in the sunlight. His sculpted features convey concern and alertness. He cares what I’m thinking and feeling, perhaps more than I do, and it moves me.
He’s the other half of me, and he holds the pieces that will make me whole again.
breaths fuse, and our hearts beat as one. It’s impossible to describe the bond we share. We’re too great for words. Too sacred. We’re a feeling that goes beyond starts and stops. We’re stronger than hellos and goodbyes and deeper than beginnings and ends.
It’s impossible to describe the bond we share. We’re too great for words. Too sacred. We’re a feeling that goes beyond starts and stops. We’re stronger than hellos and goodbyes and deeper than beginnings and ends.
