So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

I miss him. In my heart of hearts, in my deepest, most private moments, I miss him. So fucking much. Sometimes I can’t even look at him for more than a breath without feeling as though I’ll drown in my sorrow.

“She’s mine,” I repeat, my voice thick and solemn this time. “And she knows it. She might not be ready to admit it, but she fucking knows it.” His glare holds more of a challenge than I expected. Softer, I add, “It was only ever her, Leev.”

“Life has a rhythm,” he whispers. “Everything happens for a reason, even if we don’t know what the reason is right away.”

“No wrong moves,”