Flow (Grip, #0.5)

by Kennedy Ryan

We both gave each other space to be misunderstood, because we really wanted to understand.

I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.”

“What color are you?” he repeats, his eyes never leaving my face. “You, Bristol, are a freaking prism.”

There are too few perfect moments in this life. Far too few of us get them, but I am privileged to have this one with this man. When he empties his chest of his heart and empties his body of his soul for me under a starry sky on a Ferris wheel. And I know. In this moment, I know that I’m lost to him. It has been a matter of days. It has been a string of moments. It has not been long enough to tell him, but in my heart, I know I am lost.

The inches between our lips disappear. At the first brush of his mouth on mine, I know this kiss will never end. It will live on in my memory for the rest of my life.

At the top of the world, so close we could almost touch the sky and with only the stars watching, I found out what a kiss should be.

“You come back to me, okay?” he whispers in my ear. “Slow doesn’t mean stop, right?”