When You Are Mine (The Bennetts, #1)

by Kennedy Ryan

She wasn’t sure when the tears began, or how long she wept into his once-crisp shirt. She only knew that with each stroke of his hand on her back, another layer of pain, another layer of shame, fell away, until she was bathed in the waters of her healing, baptized in her own tears. Made new. Made whole.

The potential for battle crackled between them at every turn, yes, but the intimacy they had fallen back into was like a favorite garment lost at the back of your closet, once rediscovered still fitting, still beloved. Comfortable. Right.

“A girl like you can’t live with guilt. You have to feel like you’ve stayed true. You’re like the river.”