What does it take to rise from life’s depths, swim against the current, and breathe?
Weighted down by the loss of her parents, Blythe McGuire struggles to keep her head above water as she trudges through her last year at Matthews College. Then a chance meeting sends Blythe crashing into something she doesn’t expect—an undeniable attraction to a dark-haired senior named Chris Shepherd, whose past may be even more complicated than her own. As their relationship deepens, Chris pulls Blythe out of the stupor she’s been in since the night a fire took half her family. She begins to heal, and even, haltingly, to love this guy who helps her find new paths to pleasure and self-discovery. But as Blythe moves into calmer waters, she realizes Chris is the one still strangled by his family’s traumatic history. As dark currents threaten to pull him under, Blythe may be the only person who
can keep him from drowning.
*This book is intended for mature audiences due to strong language and sexual content.
Note: due to mature content recommended for Ages 17+
This book is for everyone who has survived. You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you're drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.
At the beginning of this book we see that Blythe is clearly damaged, she has retreated from most human affection and barely makes it through each day. Then she meets Chris Shepherd and she feels instantly connected to him, on a deeper level. Chris help Blythe deal with the pain she is carrying with her, and she slowly starts to heal. As she becomes a stronger person, she begins to also fall in love, but this one person who has helped her heal is dealing with his own traumatic past that he can't seem to let go. Despite their undeiable attraction for one another, Chris hold back. The story continues to unravel into a emotionally charged journey of two souls destined to be together.
So I have spent four years without touch and affection and without wanting any.
I am hit with the enormity of the impact that this family is having in my life. They, and mostly Chris, are saving me. Or teaching me to save myself.
It seems to take forever for him to answer, and his hands are still playing with my hair, his lips still darting against mine every few seconds. "I can't" He steps back and takes my hand to move me out of the way of the door. "I'd give anything to stay, but I can't. You're stunning, Blythe." He gives me an almost-sad smile. "But I just can't stay. It's too much.”
I wasn't aware that my body could be so awake. Chris ignited this in me with his first touch, back when he taught me to skip stones, and he's been bringing me back to life ever since.
I guess I liked the idea that... well, that there might be some kind of larger meaning to life or whatever. My mother was into that. She had a nonreligious spiritual side to her, if that makes any sense. She believed in the idea of fate and destiny. An interconnectedness and purpose in life