Where We Found Our Home (Lost & Found, #1)

by Natasha Bishop

I see you, Ciara.

“Well, you decided you wanted to be a firefighter when you were five years old and never gave up on that dream until you became the Fire Lieutenant sitting in front of me. That’s a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t need to put on airs about it. You don’t crave attention, but you can capture the focus of a room easily. You’re comfortable with yourself, and you’re a simple man who enjoys simple pleasures. Enough said.”

Okay, looks like I’m not the only one doing the seeing here.

These security measures, if you want to call them that, that you put in place were a valiant effort.

How this MF get in???

He became the hero I needed and refused to have all in the same breath.

I know you haven’t forgotten about me, though, because you talked about me in your last therapy session.

wtf!!!

I want her. There is no denying that anymore.

I want it all with her.

“Tell me no, Angel. Tell me to stop, and I’ll leave right now. We can forget it ever happened or we can slow it down. But if you tell me yes—if you tell me you want me—I’m going to carry you to your bedroom and worship your body from head to toe until you scream my name and then I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll still feel me there tomorrow.”

“Angel. Nothing is more important to me than your safety. If you need this to feel comfortable, let me give it to you. I wanna be the only thought on your brain when I sink inside you.”

“Believe me, Ci. I’ve seen your thighs, and there’s nothing I want more than to have them on both sides of my ears.”

“If I die between your thighs, I’d die a happy man. Put it on my headstone: he died worshipping a goddess.”

“that thang is thangin,”

🤣🤣

What’s happening between us right now is more than sex. It’s a possession. We own each other. The marks we’re leaving will fade physically, but we’ve embedded a piece of our souls within each other, and I know already that it can never be undone.

I choose you. I choose to be the person you lean on, the person to keep you safe, the person to be your strength when you feel like you don’t have any.”

I love her. I am completely and desperately in love with Ciara Jeffries.

“Lincoln, you are a dream I long thought impossible. Thank you for dragging me out of my darkness and into your light, and thank you for allowing me to carry your darkness too. I’ll treasure it the way you treasure me.” Knocked. On. My. Ass.

Denial gets you killed.

“I love you. I think loving you was inevitable. I didn’t want it to be, but my soul recognized its match in you the moment you jumped in front of that car. It forced my heart to start beating again, just to answer your siren call.”

Your courage feeds the piece of me that’s been hiding beneath the ashes of my life. Your selflessness calls out to my soul that’s been drifting away so slowly I didn’t even recognize it at first. I feel like myself again with you. You set me free, Angel. So I don’t care if you’re never ready to say the words back to me. I will always be yours.”