Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

“I love you permanently.”

“Fuck me like you own me, Dahlia,” he whimpers into my mouth. “Because you

“I love you,” he repeats, lips moving against mine. “I love you so loud. I love you permanently.” His mouth moves along my jaw. “I love you all the time.”

“I love you permanently,” I whisper into the night. “Permanently,” he whispers back, kissing me again.

In the middle of my wrist are three small letters: D-A-D.