The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

The guy I’m secretly in love with—the guy who looks at me like I’m his kid sister.

Kit races over to me and yanks me up by the arms, pulling me into his large chest. His grip suffocates me, but I don’t try to pull away. He’s mumbling something into my hair, his hand cradling the back of my head, the rapid thundering of his heart a steady medium in my ears.

“Look, Faye, when you called me…I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. I was worried something bad had happened to you, and I was right. I

need to know I’m keeping you safe, otherwise I’m going to lose my mind.”

Why couldn’t I just tell her the truth? I want to be so much more than just friends.

Jesus. I want to hug her, touch her. I want to hold her in my arms and never let go.

“When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”

Unconditional, undying, unequivocal. I’m forever hers.