Under Black Skies (Beneath Black Sails, #3)

by Clare Sager

“Then I pity the dead end that tries to block your way.”

The question you need to ask is this: is the joy, however temporary, worth the risk of future hurt?”

“I want you so much it frightens me.”

but now she tethered it on a long mooring line to their play, she could ride the swell and wouldn’t be washed away on his tide.

Chest full, she pulled him close and kissed him. Kissed him for all the times she couldn’t. For all the times she’d snapped. For all the times she’d been cruel. For all the times he’d shown her the broken parts of himself. For all the times she’d only been able to offer a touch to comfort him. For so many missed opportunities and misunderstandings and misused moments.