The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

“You’re gonna make this summer hell for me, aren’t you?” Nervous energy thrums through my veins. “You’re telling me that the big, bad Kit Langley is afraid of a little trouble?” “When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”

In the past forty-eight hours, I’ve confessed my feelings, kissed the woman of my dreams, and somehow lost her. That has to be a fucking record.

She’s my sun, and I’m the idiot orbiting around her.