Lovelight Farms (Lovelight, #1)

by B.K. Borison

Anyone that continues to use punctuation to convey emotions is probably somewhere on the serial killer spectrum anyway.

“Alright, then lead the way to interrogation.” “It’s not—“ Dane sighs and gives up. “This way.”

and I might never tell him how I really feel, but he deserves to know this. Everything he’s given back to me.

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.

Things have been happening for years, I’ve just been too afraid to see them.

I hold his eyes, hoping he sees how serious and terrified and stupidly in love I am.

“You’re not always going to know what the right thing is,” he had said. “When that happens, you continue.”

I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways.