Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

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.