Your Fault (Culpable, #2)

by Mercedes Ron

Damn you, Nicholas Leister, why can’t I get you out of my head for at least one second a day?

“I think you’ve had enough.” That voice. I looked up, and there he was: Nick.

“I missed you, Freckles,” he whispered in my ear before pulling my head back and kissing me on the lips.

“I love you, Nick,” I said when his eyes met mine. “You and I aren’t made to be apart,” he responded.

“I love you like crazy, you know that, right?” I said. “I love you more,”

“You’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me, Freckles, so don’t ever worry about thanking me.”