Promise Me This (Wilder Family, #3)

by Karla Sorensen

Being a Wilder, to me, meant acceptance and welcome. It meant love and a landing place. Maybe Ian had always taken that a little bit for granted simply because he had it. When your landing place came tied up with strings and disappointment and I told you so, it didn’t feel like such a soft, friendly place to settle.

“You look at me like I’m your whole world,” I admitted quietly. “Like it almost hurts to feel something this big for someone and not know if it’s just you.” I sucked in a fortifying breath, my pulse spreading in a giant throbbing beat over my skin. “It’s probably the same way I look at you.”

“I didn’t practice anything. I didn’t know what to say or how to tell you that the thought of fucking this up was the scariest thing I’ve ever faced,” he said, a growling edge to his voice that had me shivering. He kissed me

again, a hard, fast kiss. “But I love you. I love you. I love you.”

said, tears filling my eyes. “And there is nothing to be scared of. Not when we’re together.” The first tear fell as I kissed him sweetly. He pulled back, his own eyes glossy too. With the pad of his thumb, he brushed the tear away. “My heart has been yours since we were five years old, and I don’t ever want it back.”