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There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.
“Lip-locking is fun, Mallory — especially with a Becker boy.”
I had a naked Mallory Scooter sprawled across me, and it was so much sweeter than anything I’d ever dreamed.
“Oh, Logan Becker,” I whispered to myself. “What kind of strange creature are you?”
I drank him in like he was the piping hot cup of coffee then, my neck heating as his eyes trailed slowly over me, too. My fingers ached to run through his hair, to pull on it until it was as disheveled as it had been that night in my bed.
“So, friends… with benefits.” I snorted. “If you want to be twenty-one about it, sure.”
His eyes swept over me, sparking a fire low in my stomach. He wet his lips. He took a step. And then I was out of my chair, meeting him in the middle, the two of us crashing together like magnets.
She was the spontaneous to my well planned, the art to my logic, the unexpected welcome to my day-to-day routine I didn’t even realize was suffocating me.
“Do you think there’s a universe that exists where you could be mine?” Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned in my arms. Even in the dark, those blue eyes of hers shone, and she locked them on mine, one hand crawling up to frame my face, sliding back into my hair, pulling me closer, her lips brushing mine when she gave her answer. “Let’s make one.”
When we fell, we fell hard. When we loved, we loved with all we had. When we fought, we fought until we dropped. And when one of us was knocked down, the whole team stopped everything to get them back on their feet. That was the Becker way.
Fight for what’s right, stand up for those who can’t stand for themselves, give yourself permission to love and to lose and to be loved and lost in return, and above all else, family first — always.
like the lotus flower born from the mud, we must embrace the darkest parts of ourselves to become our most beautiful selves.
