Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

It’s not that I’ve never been told I’m hot before, I have, but this guy seems tortured by it. Like he’ll never recover from it. Like I’m the tipping point of his sanity, and that is a feeling I could get addicted to.

“If I wanted to be rejected by a man tonight, I’d have called my dad.”

I’m the moth and Aurora is the brightest flame.

“What’re you doing?” “I’m watching you go in so you don’t have to watch me leave.”