Rush (City Lights Series, #3)

by Emma Scott

“Look, he’s…hot. That’s just a fact. And as a warm-blooded human woman, I can’t help but appreciate that about him.

You’re gorgeous. And I’m certified to tell you that with all the authority vested in me as a lesbian woman.”

“Charlotte…what do you look like?” I brought my head up sharply. “I told you what I look like.” “You told me with words and words aren’t always enough.”

“How do you do that?” he breathed. “How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?” “So that you feel what?” “Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery.”

“You’re in pain too and you’re not like me. You’re nothing like me. You’re sweet and kind and I’m sorry I kissed you. I can’t inflict myself on you, Charlotte.” He sighed, and I knew sleep was stealing him away from me. “And the anger…it will come back. I’m sure it will. But I’m sorry for it. Remember that, okay?”

“It means I’m trying to be what you need. To not be a coward. To live…the way I am now.” He swallowed hard, his hazel eyes finding mine, holding my gaze for a few brief seconds. I knew he saw nothing, my heart ached to see him looking at me, even for just a moment. “You deserve more than what’s left of me.” I shook my head. “There’s so much…” “Not yet, but I’m trying. I’m so sorry I hurt you tonight. Or ever. You’re the light in my darkness, Charlotte. You are…”