Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

“I don’t think I have any red flags…” “Oh, my sweet summer child.” He laughs. “You’re a straight white man. That’s your red flag.”

You’re like sunlight, Rory. I want to bask in everything you have. And I absolutely don’t want to share that with Clay. Not even for a minute.” Her body stiffens as she leans back, putting distance between us. “I’m not those things.” I hate that she doesn’t see it. “You are.” “I don’t want to be sunlight, Russ.” She shakes her head adamantly. “If you stand in the sun for too long, you get burned. I don’t want to be another person who burns you. Let me be moonlight.” The look of vulnerability on her face steals my breath away. “What if we get caught in the rain? You don’t get rainbows at night.” “You don’t need rainbows when you have the northern lights,” she says softly.

When something happens it feels so huge to you, but that’s because it’s happening to you, but in reality, most people don’t know or care.