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

by Natasha Bishop

away. “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.”

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.

“Isn’t this weird to talk about considering he’s your brother?”

*wink emoji* Me: *crying laughing emoji* Oh come on can’t you stroke my ego just once?

“I don’t send nudes, but I can deliver them in person.”

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.”

“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.

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.”

“Forever starts now, Angel.”