Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

I’ve been nothing but willing when it comes to drowning in those ocean eyes. But now, I can’t fathom drowning if she is not the anchor I’m sinking with.

I would spend the rest of my days making her flower crowns if she wanted to be a queen. My queen. Not Kitt’s. Not Ilya’s. Mine.

fortnight

Fortnite u say

“Speaking of ass, how’s the view back there, Gray?” “Nauseating,” she bites out.

So I distract. Deflect. Desire her more than ever in case this is the last time I get to. I can hear the weak smile beginning to creep into her voice. “You’re not supposed to touch me at all.” “But you could command me to,” I drawl. “Then I’d simply be following an order.”