All I Want for Christmas Is Them (Truth or Dare #3)

by Adora Crooks

“Come,” I say. “I need skin.” “Spoken like a serial killer,” Diego says.

I crave him the way a moonflower craves unbroken night. This desire is natural, inevitable, fated.

“And I didn’t need you to dive into the depths with me. I just needed you to let me sink and be there for me when I was ready to swim back up.”