Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

Because the very last thing I need in my life is someone who makes me feel like there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs when I’ve only just caught my breath.

“But you don’t even know me.” “Don’t have to know a person to be nice to them.”

“I could fucking bury whoever made you believe you’re as unlovable as you seem to think.”

I come alive beneath his hands. I come apart beneath them too. And he puts me back together every damn time.