Chasing Daylight

Lena Carter had always been a little Storm cloud-quite unguarded, and perfectly content in her solitude. While others their lives with laughter and
last who loved me who believed in things0 like fate and grand romantic gestures.

Then came Noah Evans-all Golden skin, easy Smiles and eyes that help too much sunlight for someone so insufferably persistent he was kind of guy who made friends everywhere he went, who laughed too loudly, who believed in things like fate and grand romantic gestures.

She tried to push him away. He was too bright too much for her liking. But Noah was relentless, slipping into her life like warmth after a long winter. He made her laugh when she wanted to stay silent. He held her hand when she forgot how to reach out.

And when she finally let him in, she realized something terrifying.

Loving Noah wasn't like falling.

It was like learning to fly.