Play with the Phantom (Midnight, #2)

by Amanda Richardson

“You’re restless. You’re waiting for someone to give you permission to live the life you’ve always wanted. Truly wanted. Not the life you’re supposed to have… but the one you want more than your next breath.”

“But I don’t do halfway,” I finish, my voice low, steady. “If you want safety, if you want easy—you already had that. With me? It’s every ugly and real thing. It’s chaos and passion. It’s heavy, but it’s real. I want all of you, and not just the polite or palatable parts. I want every breath, every bruise, every broken piece you try to hide. I want it all.”

I needed this—to be seen without having to say a damn word.