Wicked Beautiful (Wicked Games, #1)

by J.T. Geissinger

Racism isn’t about where you were born. It’s about how small your heart is.

“I want to know all the dark places in you,” he whispers vehemently, his arms like a vise. “I want to be the one who has the key that unlocks all your bolted doors and chases away all the monsters you keep hidden behind them. I want to be the light inside your darkness. I want to be your rock and your safety net, the soft place you can fall.”