Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

You didn’t fall in love with someone simply because they were nice. Nice should be a given, a social prerogative. You fell in love with someone because they felt like the only person who could see through your skin and bones straight down to the soul, and even knowing all of you––the good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly––they still accepted you.