Only With You (The Knights, #2)

by E. Salvador

“Julianna.” I close the space between us, circling an arm around her back, and tip her chin up. Her expression is wistful, electric sapphire eyes doleful. “Nothing you say or do will make me reconsider what I just said. I meant every word and I stand by it. A few tears aren’t going to prevent me from feeling the way that I do. You can cry and shout, but nothing will change the way I feel for you. Because I look forward to seeing what’s going to happen next, you keep me wanting more, needing more. Everything you do is enough, though sometimes I feel like I can’t get enough of you. Sometimes, I’m so overwhelmed by you I forget how to think.” I cup her neck with both hands, wiping away tears that cling to her cheeks. “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.”