Page 88 of Quietly Falling
Something freeing.
Instead of shying away from it, I wrap my arms around Ella and pull her close, unapologetically enjoying this moment.
This connection.
Us.
Because nothing in my wildest dreams could compare to the reality of loving her.
Of being loved in return.
And realizing we have forever to get it right.
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ELLA
My heart is in my throat as Bodhi holds me in the middle of the woods as I try to process just a piece of what he endured—the injustice of it all.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“For what?” I ask, but it’s barely a whisper.
“For letting me tell my story.”
“Thank you for trusting me with it.”
“Probably why I was a virgin for so long.”
“What?” I exclaim in total disbelief, his lips curving up on one side in response.
“It’s kind of a mood killer, honestly.”
“I completely disagree,” I tell him, rocking my hips against his as his palm splays against my lower back. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“What? Knowing that everything I do has been specifically for your pleasure?”
“It certainly doesn’t hurt.”
“I was thinking…”
“That sounds promising,” I tease, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw as Moose lies down at our feet and Birdie chases a butterfly.
It feels so normal.
“Montana sent me a listing for a house today that just popped up from Sundown Realty.”
“He’s kicking you out?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“He thought it would be a good property for me,”—he swallows hard—“for us.”
“You want to buy a house? Together?”
“Together or if not together, I’ll buy it, but I want you to move in with me. I feel like we’ve already spent too many nights apart.”
