Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

For all the romance books I’ve read and all the happy endings I’ve enjoyed, I can’t imagine my own. I’d like to hope I’ll have one, but hope can be dangerous.

“Well, green is my favorite color.” “What type of green? Ogre green?” “Whatever shade your eyes are.”

Clay looks at me like he’s undressing me. Russ looks at me like I’m telling him the world’s most interesting story.

“I have a habit of leaving a path of destruction in my wake, both literally and metaphorically.” “Like a wildfire.”

“I think I might be obsessed with you.”

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” “Yes, I promise.”

“I’d wait forever for you, Aurora.”

You’re like sunlight, Rory. I want to bask in everything you have. And I absolutely don’t want to share that

“He told me you know how shitty his dad is to him.” “Yeah.” “You know more in six weeks than some of our friends have found out in two years.”

It’s harder to watch her walk away than it is to wake up and find she’s not there.

“Tell me a secret, Callaghan.” He brushes my hair out of my face, staring at me like I’m the only thing he sees in this world. He doesn’t even hesitate. “I’m falling in love with you, Aurora.”