Broken Sparrow (Open Road #1)

by Chelle Bliss

He drinks in my mouth, feasting greedily. The kiss is deep, sensuous in a way I’ve only read about in books. Passion like this is what people write love stories about. Desire like this is how people get lost in each other. Connection like this is how people fall in love.

You think we only fall once in life? We ride, we crash. We ride again, we crash again. Sometimes we’re lucky, and we don’t fall far enough or hard enough to do any permanent damage. But most of the time, a fall means bad news. Real bad. You’re fucked up so bad, you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. But if you wanna earn that patch and ride again, you get back up. You ride again, Alice Sparrow.”

And as I fall asleep in Morris’s arms, I have a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ve earned my broken wings.

“It all just comes, Alice. We can’t prepare for it. We can’t stop most of it. Sometimes we can run from it, but we can’t outrun it. You always have a choice. How you want to live. Who you want to be. Who you want to let in. I think I decided I’d rather face it my way than spend my time looking at life in a rearview mirror.”