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Like a broken angel praying for a miracle.
But after I finish building Skylar her treehome, I’m going to push her out of my head and pretend she doesn’t exist. Because she isn’t my sky to touch. She’s his.
They say life is a series of choices, and a single one can change the course of your life forever. Last night, I had to make a choice between good and bad. Right and wrong. I chose her.
“I’m left-handed.” She blinks. “What does that have to do with anything?” “My bad. You just told me something pointless, so I thought I’d reciprocate.”
“The people you trust are the ones who hurt you the most.” It’s like he just reached inside my chest and found the secret password to peel back the hidden layers of my beating, battered heart.
But he is a musician…and a Scorpio.
I suddenly feel bad for my future wife because seeing her walk down the aisle in a wedding dress will pale in comparison to seeing Skylar Meadows in a fancy purple dress…smiling at me.
“Don’t let me go,” I whisper, burrowing into the sanctuary he’s created for me. Because for reasons I don’t understand… This feels like home.
Heaven help me, this boy is quicksand. And I’m sinking.
“Memphis.” “Yes, purple flower child?” “You’re such an asshole,”
“I need you to fuck me and make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
I’m his sky, but he’s my earth…keeping me grounded when my demons take hold of me.
“Don’t set yourself on fire to keep someone else warm.”
