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.

We’d climbed mountains to get here, crossed stormy seas. I was under no delusions our future sailing would be smooth. But hopefully, given the last few weeks and all we’d fought for, resolved, and shared, whatever path we traveled, we’d be together from now on.

I’m here.” She punctuated these words by giving me a gentle shake, her eyes fastened to mine. “I’m right here. Your burdens are mine, so are your hopes and dreams. I want it all. I want to share everything with you. Please. Trust me to be strong.”

“I like the duality of both, to be honest.”

“Which story do you prefer?”

Shelly always had an unexpected take on things.

Past, present, future.

I’ll never regret any

Moment loving you.

He was mine as assuredly as I was his. We belonged to each other. I comprehended that clearly now too.