Wild Eyes (Rose Hill, #2)

by Elsie Silver

“No, fancy face. Those”—he points at my face, finger flicking from side to side—“are wild eyes. The eyes of a woman who just chose fight over flight. Don’t smother that. Keep ‘em and you’ll come out on top. Trust me.”

i crumble😩

“Breathing is overrated. I’d rather be drowning in you.”

Just the way you love my wild eyes