Where We Found Our Passion (Lost & Found, #3)

by Natasha Bishop

My team and I are on fire today. This is by far the best game I’ve played in my life. I’ve officially entered my Brandy and Monica era because you can’t tell me that little performance earlier isn’t the reason behind this hall of fame worthy game. My superstitions won’t hear it.

She smelled like coconut, tasted like honey, and felt like home.

The kind of bond that goes deeper than blood, straight to your very essence.

“We can turn this game around and make it the fun, flirty game you wanted it to be, trust me on that. But can we just let this moment be what it is? I don’t wanna tell you what you need, but I can tell that you don’t have anyone in your life that holds space for you to just sit in your emotions. And I know that’s by design because sitting in your emotions is the one thing you don’t want to do. But I got you.

“I think you’re both on some superhero shit when it comes to each other. Be patient with her. You can’t blame her for feeling just as protective of you as you are of her. It’s how it’s supposed to be. You’ve just got to communicate. Remember your goal is the same—to be together. You can figure out how to protect each other without sacrificing your relationship. Martyrs don’t make good partners.”