My Fault (Culpables, #1)

by Mercedes Ron

She had shown up and dragged me out of the black hole I’d fallen into, but in doing so, she’d wound up taking my place.

I ran a finger carefully over that tattoo, so tiny compared to mine, and felt how both of us got goose bumps. Noah twitched unconsciously, and I felt something strange, uncomfortable, in the pit of my stomach.

As soon as I saw her that night, I wanted to get between her legs and make her mine.

I needed her the way I needed oxygen to breathe.

I don’t care what she did to me anymore, Noah. You’ve closed a wound that was still raw, and that makes me love you even more.”