Indigo Ridge (The Edens)

You fucked up and lost her. She’s mine. And I won’t fuck it up.”

In the absence of a clear ambition, serving others is a mighty purpose.

Heartbreak was an ugly, black sound.

sometimes it wasn’t about choosing right from wrong. It was choosing the right wrongs.

We didn’t need the words. Her eyes locked with mine as her toes curled into my calves, as her body trembled beneath mine.
We didn’t need the words.
For tonight, living them was enough.

I leaned on him.
And for the first time in a long time, I knew the man holding me tight wouldn’t let me fall.

Mom had told me once that we worried for those we loved most.
For Winn, I’d always worry.

It had happened so naturally, this fall into Winn. Like I was out for a short drive, and when I looked back to where I’d started, instead of traveling yards, I’d gone miles.
Deeper and deeper, until there was no turning back.
I was in it with this woman.
So fucking in it.

He was the type of man who turned a woman’s head.
One glimpse at his profile and the cocktail in front of me was unnecessary. Instead, I drank this man in head to toe.

Winslow.” I closed my eyes. “I love you. We’ve got a lifetime together. But you have to wake up, baby. You have to wake up. Find your way back to me.”