Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

He looks kinda like someone you’d dream about waking up next to but never really think you would.

She’s beautiful because she can make the saddest person in the world grin.

I’ve never really seen love until I saw them together, truly.

She’s the sun. I’m the dark.

“What we fucking have,” he says. “I love you beyond physical attraction.” He cups my smooth cheek, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Dais, because you’re the wildest fucking girl with the biggest fucking heart. And without you in my life”—he shakes his head like it’s an inconceivable

“You’re a hothouse flower,” I tell her. “You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”