Like a Wildflower (Hemlock #2)

Beckett’s Journal June 17

Beckett’s Journal

As she fell asleep in my arms on the couch, I couldn’t look away. The soft rhythm of her breath on my chest, the subtle way her fingers curled into my side—holding me as if she were afraid I would drift away.

I want a life with her. A life where we start the day holding each other and end it passionately tangled between the sheets.

Sometimes, if you want things to flourish, you need to give them space to grow. I’m willing to give her space to grow, but I need her to know that she can always count on me, no matter how many miles apart we are.

Because between her compassion and empathy, her mesmerizing eyes, and a smile that could thaw the iciest exteriors, I’m unquestionably spellbound by her.