Beard Necessities (Winston Brothers Book 7)

When I was young, I lived to survive. I’d shunned hopes and dreams, content in the safety of survival.

But now I knew better. Nothing lasts forever. Not a song, not happiness, not misery. Mere survival was no safer than living for hopes and dreams. At the end, there will always be the end.

We always greeted each other with a kiss.

Scarlet was still the color of my soul. But now that we were finally together, she also painted my days and nights in the exquisite spectrum and uncontainable brilliance of her spirit.