Addicted for Now (Addicted #3)

by Krista Ritchie

And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine.”

“I don’t know how to live without you.” And I shake my head quickly as tears pool. “And I don’t want to know how. I don’t want to find out.” He is my breath. My soul. My life-force. I have spent forever with him.

He’s Loren Hale. Ice and whiskey. Powerful and intoxicating. He’s my very best friend.

“She can’t stay,” Ryke says roughly. “I nearly died trying to chaperone her sweet sixteen in Acapulco.”

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I watch his face change. If he was concerned for me, I don’t even know what to call the expression he has for her.

i cant wait for their book

“Speaking of names,” Connor says casually, and yet, I sense his mischief as his eyes set on Ryke. “You realize if you ever married one of the Calloways, she’d have a porn star name.”

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“Because I think she loves you more than she loves sex. And you love her more than you love alcohol, but you two just haven’t let yourselves believe it yet.”

“You’re my family too.” He kisses my knuckles. “Always.” He wipes a stray tear.

She loves me because she believes I’m strong. She loves me because she’s a part of me. She loves me because I’ve become a better man through all of this.

I’ll always be here when you come home. There will always be an us.” “A Lo and Lily,” I breathe.

I want Lily. A house. The white picket fence kind of happiness. I didn’t ever think I deserved that, but maybe, one day, I can become the kind of person that does.

“Meeting you was the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I’m sober and Lily’s in recovery. None of that would have been possible if it wasn’t for you.” He shakes Ryke, and a tear slips out of Lo’s eye. “You are the fucking reason I’m with the girl I love; you’re my brother, so don’t you ever feel guilty for what’s happened now. That’s not on you.”

She is my past, my present, my future. So when I open the door and slide into the driver’s seat, I’m not surprised that it feels like I’m returning home.