Unloved (The Undone, #2)

by Peyton Corinne

“I wish it was always this easy.” “What do you mean?” I ask. I’ve been called easy plenty of times, but never like this. “I think it’s hard for people to like me. And I try really hard.”

But it’s enough for me to have this with her, too, to be her friend, if she’ll let me. I make a vow then to protect her, the pretty girl with butterflies in her messy curls, even if she’ll never really be mine.

I think I’m in love with her—not even romantically, but on some soul level. I feel devoted to her.

Loving Rosalie Shariff would be the easiest thing I’ve ever done—I know, because I’m already doing it. I think I’ve loved her since the day she stood up for me in that conference room. As a friend first, something I’ve never had, but now it’s more. It’s overwhelming, suddenly hard to swallow or even look at her. So I turn her around and wash her back reverently. I can’t stop myself from pressing a kiss into her back, right at the top of her spine. I think loving you would be the greatest thing in my life.