Only With You (The Knights, #2)

by E. Salvador

For those who never felt enough. For those who struggle with the right thing to say. For those who just want to be heard or just need a hug. And for those who self-sabotage because you don’t think you deserve to be happy, I promise you deserve that and more!

“I want you, Julianna. I’m desperate for you.”

She’s the reason why I’m not constantly thinking of just living, but actually feeling alive.

That’s what she does to me, how she makes me feel. She’s not the embodiment of the sun. She is the sun and all I want to do is keep rotating around it—around her.

Landon Taylor is the reason fictional men are 100 times better than real men.

Julianna flicked on a light, and suddenly my life doesn’t seem dark anymore. She illuminated the darkest part of my soul, and the strange thing is that with her, it doesn’t feel like it was ever off. I’ve been sitting in the dark for so long, I’ve just always accepted it, but then she came out of nowhere, like a strike of lightning to my blasé life, and brought it all back.

“I’m in too deep, Julianna. Too fucking deep, that this”—I point at my chest, fisting my shirt close to my heart because it feels like it’s close to collapsing—“this doesn’t feel like mine! This goes manic when I’m around you. When I think about you. When I hear your voice. God, when I hear your voice, I fucking forget my own name. I forget it all, because when I hear it, when I hear you, it all disappears because nothing else matters. Nothing else exists!”

“So this is nothing. If you want to cry or yell at me, then by all means please do it, please fucking fight with me. Please do what you want.” I swallow the thick emotions clogging my throat. “And while you’re at it, take my heart with you, because it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.”

“I love that you’re mine.” “I love being yours,” he ardently rasps.