Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

“It’s you,” Pasha says and brushes my cheek with the back of his other hand. “The bird?” “Yes.” I look up from the tattoo and find his eyes watching me. “There’s only one bird,” I say. “Where are you?” “I’m not there. Just you.” “Why?” He dips his head to whisper in my ear. “Because there was nothing left of me after you flew away, mishka.”

“The feeling of never being close enough.” His other hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing lightly. “I have the need to somehow absorb you into my chest, so you’ll always be with me. Safe from harm. Only mine. Forever.” I open my mouth to say something, but he silences me by slamming his lips to mine. “I love you to the point of madness, Asya,” he whispers against my mouth, “and I really need you to be sure. Please.”

“I have only one home.” She lifts her face to look right into my eyes and smiles. “You. You are my home now.”

“That as far as I’m concerned, you can’t make a wrong decision, baby.” A kiss lands at the top of my head. “Even if it’s just picking the cereal flavor.”