The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers #1)

by Celeste Briars

They’re so adorable it only sometimes makes me want to roll into oncoming traffic.

Hayes hasn’t ordered a glass for himself, which I find a bit odd, but I don’t pay much mind to it. With his eyes boring a hole in my skull, I take a healthy gulp from my glass, but I only get a few sips in before a sudden pain crowds my throat. At first, I assume it’s just from the burn of the alcohol, but then my windpipe constricts on itself, and I can’t breathe.

Hes so fucking stupid

Is this really happening? Hayes lowers to one knee, taking my shaking hand in his steady one, love sewn into his chiseled features. He doesn’t seem apprehensive—in

Oh were just moving on from the chokingokay