The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

“History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it,” I say. “Quoting Winston Churchill now, Mr. Miles?” she breathes.

“But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.”

“Have you ever been so physically attracted to someone that you lose the ability to think around them?”

“I’m in love with you, Emily Foster.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. His tongue swipes through my open lips with such emotion that I get a lump in my throat. “I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”

“A misrepresentation of society with unrealistic images that portray a fake lifestyle with impossible ideals,”

Her love is a light . . . my light.

“Jay,” she murmurs as she runs her fingers through my stubble. Her eyes search mine. “Yeah, baby?” “Can we come back here next weekend?” she asks hopefully. “Really?” I whisper. She nods with a soft smile. “I love this old house.” I smirk. If the truth be known, I’m kind of keen on it myself. “Maybe.” She snuggles against my chest. I feel her relax in my arms, and after a while, the gentle pattern of her breathing notifies me that she’s drifted off to sleep. I inhale deeply into her hair and smile as I watch the fire. This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.

“Being in love is like being on a deserted island, Jameson. You focus on them and them only, and you make everything else fit around that person.”