The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

“You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”

All I can think about is the kiss we shared in the hotel room—how our lips met each other like long-lost lovers, how our bodies melded together with each stroke and sentiment, how I wanted to chase that Kit high for the rest of my life.

Except Kit Langley is more attractive than any woman-written book boyfriend in existence.

She’s someone who lingers, stays, and remains in your heart. And I think she’s carved her goddamn name on me.

“Kit, did you annotate a book for me?”

“I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I got to see you smile.”

“A hockey romance?”

I’ll always crawl back to her. I’ll crawl to her on my knees across the broken shards of my heart. I’ll crawl to her when she’s thousands of miles away from me. I’ll crawl to her even if she never wants to see me again, because that’s the power she has over me. That’s the kind of love that possesses me. Unconditional, undying, unequivocal. I’m forever hers.

He annotated a freaking Hockey romance for her.

“You came.”

“I’ll always come when you call,”

You came, You called.