This Could Be Us (Skyland, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

When lovers come and go, friends are the ones who remain. We are each other’s constants.

This yearning. This burning hunger. This all-consuming feeling that you could eat every bit of someone and never be satisfied. That you would lick their crumbs.

“But I want myself more than I want to fuck you.”

“I want what I’m learning about myself, what I’m fixing about myself, how I’m standing on my own,” I say in a rush. “I want that more than anything. Even you.”