The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers #1)

by Celeste Briars

the kind of eyes that feel like September, like a warm breeze winnowing through the air, or like the coziness of a crackling fireplace.

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

“Did you really get him a Peruvian Blue Fin?” I whisper to Gage. Gage’s chest flutters with a chuckle, and he shakes his head. “God, no. Those things don’t exist. Hayes is going to be feeding absolutely nothing for weeks before he catches on.”