Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

Carter skates by me with an irritatingly smug smirk and an even smugger wink. “You look like you wanna have my babies.” “Psssh.” I scoff, waving him off. “Is that a hell-yes scoff?” “It’s a your-baby-would-absolutely-destroy-my-vagina scoff.” “Hm. Sounds like a hell-fucking-yes to me.” Hell. Fucking. Yes.

But nothing lasts forever, does it? We spend our days waiting for it to come, that moment we want to last, that person we never want to let go of, and when we have it, we grab hold. We grip it so tight, say this is it, my forever, and I’m never, ever giving it up. The thing is, it’s not always up to us. Moments are fleeting, and people are too. Sometimes these things run their course; they get up and leave willingly. And sometimes they’re stolen from you, torn from your grasp as you hold on for dear life.