The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

People talk with their hands all the time, Faye. It’s called ASL. FAYE: So if I look at the local news later, I won’t find a picture of that man with a face full of bruises?

Face it, Princess. Even though you don’t need me, I’ll always be your knight in shining armor. FAYE: Is that why you call me that? Because you think I’m a princess? KIT: Wasn’t it obvious? FAYE: I thought it was more along the lines of ‘She’s a damsel and in distress. Help her before she burns the city down.’ KIT: God, no. Never. I call you that because you deserve to be treated like one.

Fuck. He’s treating my body like an altar, and I’m about to come before I’ve even finished breakfast.

My fingers are more than ready to graze the lace of her panties, to wet my pads with the cum soaking through the front, but the apparent lack of barrier thwarts my next move. Because Faye Hollings isn’t wearing any underwear.

“Kit, did you annotate a book for me?” I ask. The corners of his lips tick up into a loving grin. “I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I got to see you smile.” When he hands me the book, the first thing I notice are the giant hockey sticks on the front cover, backdropped by a cracked, white-blue ice design.

I just want someone to anótate a book for me 🥹🥹🥹

“You could’ve handled it better, but you were dealing with a lot at the time. I don’t think Faye’s going to take it personally if you explain it to her. You just need to understand how your response hurt her, and you need to think about how you can show her that you’re sorry.”

was wrong, Kit.” What is he talking about? My brows weave together. “I don’t follow…” “I don’t just owe Faye an apology. I owe you one too,”

You were there for Faye when I couldn’t be. You took care of her, even knowing that I’d lose my shit if I found out that you two were together.”