Bree
I giggled breathlessly as I hurried down the narrow path between the huts, struggling to keep pace with Gage’s long, purposeful strides. His hand tugged me along as though he couldn’t get us away from the others fast enough, his broad shoulders cutting through the late afternoon light. Every few seconds he glanced back at me with that wicked grin of his, the kind that never failed to ignite butterflies deep inside me—except these weren’t gentle little flutters anymore. They were combustions, fiery wings crashing into one another inside my chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he was mine. Gage Simmons. Gorgeous, unattainable, endlessly confident Gage—yet somehow, he had chosen me. Every time he said it out loud, every time
