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They say friends are the family you choose, and the four of us had chosen each other a long time ago. Some things never change.
Tell her to dump him, I thought to myself. Tell her she can do so much better. Tell her she’s the first thing you think of every single morning, and the last thing you think of at night, and you’d be good to her. You’d be so damn good to her.
She smiled, tilting her head. “What about your date?” “I don’t have one yet.” “Why not?” she asked, her tone slightly scolding. “What are you waiting for?” What do you think? I wanted to shout at her. But instead, I did something crazy—I took her face in my hands and crushed my mouth to hers. A tiny squeak of surprise came from the back of her throat, but she didn’t push me away. Two seconds later, I came to my senses and stepped back. Both of us were breathing hard. Her eyes were huge. My hands were shaking.
On my way out to the barn, I tried to think of one thing that would be better than seeing that smile at the breakfast table every morning. Nothing came to mind. Not one fucking thing.
“Am I dressed okay?” “You look great.” “You didn’t even look at me.” “I didn’t have to.”
Rising to her feet, she turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “An impulse to kiss me again?” “An impulse to catch hold of you,” I told her, “and not let go.” “Don’t.” A whisper, soft but fierce. “Don’t.”
“I’ve waited years to love you the way I’m supposed to, Maddie. I can be patient.” He brushed my hair off my face. “I want forever with you.” “It’s yours, Beckett.” My heart beat hard against his. “I think it’s always been yours.”
