Wild Love (Rose Hill, #1)

by Elsie Silver

Because Rosie might think she knows what our secret is, but mine is that I loved sitting on that dock with her even back then.

But my mind? My mind is always on Rosie. And obsessing over what the hell she and Fuckboy are up to right now consumes me. It makes me something I don’t think I’ve ever been. It makes me jealous.

“Oh, Ford, you idiot,” Willa whispers while looking up at me with slack-jawed amusement all over her face. “You are down so bad for that girl.”