He pulls me gently until I’m straddling the bike. I hold my breath as he stands behind me with both tattooed arms around me. Then he places my hands on top of the handlebars. “You shine, Mila. So. Fucking. Bright.” he whispers, and I can feel the little hairs on the back of my neck rise. So do you, Riagan. Like all the stars in the sky at once.
Okay riagan is the mafia book boyfriend to end all mafia book boyfriends
