The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Parker: You’re stalking her, aren’t you? Me: I prefer to call it strategically placing myself in her orbit. Matty: You say that like it sounds less insane.

“You think taking care of you is some kind of sacrifice, but it’s a privilege, Riley. You hear me? A privilege. Every time you’re struggling, every time you think you have to fight alone, I want you to remember that. I want you to remember that there’s nothing in this world I’d rather do than stand beside you, carry you when you need it, and hold you up when you feel like you’re falling.”

“You’re never going to be too much for me, sweetheart. You are my fucking world. And I’ll spend every single day proving that to you if I have to.”

For so long, I had been convinced I wasn’t meant for this kind of love. The kind that was all-consuming, the kind that rooted deep and refused to be torn away.