His Pretty Little Burden (Kids of The District, #4)

by Nicci Harris

“Your empty stomach just had a conversation with me in the car. So, yes, you can accept it,”

“Good girl.” In my dazed state, I barely hear him say,

I'm not good for much,

Kudos, Satan.

Smug little shit.

"I'm smooth as fuck. She won't even wake up until I'm balls deep."

It doesn’t have to be much. A tiny crumb of consideration is like gold to me.

He makes it feel okay. He makes it feel safe.