Wild Card (Rose Hill, #4)

by Elsie Silver

When life gives you lemons…” It squeezes the acid right in your fucking eyes.

But my dreams aren’t meant to come true.

all I’ve done is spend years licking my wounds, wishing for something I’ll never have.

We connected. We had that spark. The one you can’t force. The kind that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. And the worst part is, we both know it.

You’ll know when it’s right because you’ll be willing to do absolutely anything to get her back.”

She’s beautiful. More than that, the way she sees the world is beautiful. She’s good for me.

he was a fool to let you get away. But that it was just as well because I could fuck you better.”

It won’t be easy. But nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

Walking out and leaving Gwen to Tripp? I fucking hate myself.

I know what it’s like to not be able to stop thinking about someone.

I think about her. Even when I know I shouldn’t, I think about her.

The possibility of it hits me hard in the chest. I’m past pretending I don’t want this, at least—someone to wake up with. To share a coffee with. To enjoy the view with. It’s not even the sex I miss. It’s companionship. The comfort of knowing that if I’m sick, someone will be there to help.

That at the end of the day, I’ll have someone to hold for the night, letting my breathing fall in time with theirs. It’s the simple things. It’s building a life with someone. I’d settle for just that. But it can’t be just someone. I think deep down I want it to be the one.

But it’s so much more than that. It’s the realization that she’s everything I want.

So anyway, enjoy your life while you’ve got it. That’s what I say. Tomorrow is never promised.”

I’ll never forgive myself if I let you get away again.”

When he looks at me like this, I feel like I might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I feel like I’m his.

marveling at her beauty. Her body. Her confidence. Her willingness. Fuck, she’s just so…fun. She’s so good for me.

she made me feel something. And that feeling has never left me. I’ve clung to it almost desperately.

With her, the world looks so different. So much better. For the first time in years, I feel excited about the future. With her, anything is possible.

With her, nothing seems like that big of an ask. It turns out that when I care about someone—when I love someone—I’m willing to do anything for them.

And then, you meet that one person who makes you want to break out of your shell. Who it’s worth taking those risks for.

“Sometimes when you’re paralyzed like that, it’s not because you don’t know what to do. It’s because you know exactly what to do. You know what’s right, but it scares you. It’s not indecision.

“This is too much.” I cup her jaw and smile down at her. My wild card. My tequila. My everything. “Nah, with you, it’s never enough,”