Lovelight Farms (Lovelight, #1)

by B.K. Borison

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Luka’s legs are so much longer, but he slows to meet my pace, two sets of boots in perfect harmony.

Leave it to Luka to touch on my deepest fear while I have pepperoni grease clinging to my chin.

If he’s not doing this for my gratitude, then why is he doing it?

I was literally just thinking how this book would be next level with a cat

Are you f****** kidding me

“I thought you liked your street chicken.”

Plz she's adorable

Sic em boys!!

I’m not used to grumpy Luka.

There’s nothing like the farm just as the sun begins to dip in the sky, bright blue fading to deep cobalt, pink just starting to bloom from behind the clouds.

How later that night he rested his chin on my shoulder as I looked at expense reports, a quart of ice cream in his hand as he adjusted my Excel equations to make data input easier.

He leaves to the merry jingle of silver bells above the door. I wish he would have slammed it instead.

“What I’m trying to say is that you can trust me. You can trust me to help you carry the load. You don’t have to do all of this alone.”

This is what I’ll miss the most, I think, when our week is up. Not the touches and the kisses and the way he makes me forget my name with his hands in my hair and his mouth on my neck, but this. Wandering down the little pathway to my cottage and rounding the bend by the big oak tree and seeing Luka through the window, standing at the stove in the kitchen, one of my silly towels over his shoulder. Stepping in the front door and having him brush his lips to mine, the radio turned low in the kitchen. The smell of basil and tomato and garlic. Something sizzling on the stovetop. I don’t know how I’m going to give that up.

Fake dating 101

It’s hard to love someone without restraint. To give yourself over to the swell and pull of it without fear of what might happen. I think it’s only natural to hold a part of yourself back and protect what you can.

MY TIME