Before the Chaos (Queen City, #0.5)

by Maggie Rawdon

This girl is like a riptide, pulling me under with every confession she makes.

I need to be careful with her. Pace this out and make sure none of it is rushed because the last thing I want is for her to regret it. Regret me. Because fuck if I don’t suddenly care about how she feels about me.

“How do you feel?” “I don’t know. How do I feel?” I tease him, hoping to break the tension that’s got his brow all wrinkled. He grins in response. “Like I don’t deserve you.” “Well I’m yours either way.” “Lucky me.”

“I won’t break you. Don’t break me?” My heart pounds in my chest at the idea this man thinks I have any ability to make him feel anything that strongly and I nod. “Deal.”