I Could Be Yours (Toronto Terror)

by Helena Hunting

She’s the glorious ray of sunshine peeking through my rain clouds to create a rainbow.

I hate when she says my full name, because I love when she says my full name.

“Take your broody asshole down a notch, Nathan. Your black cloud is dimming my shine.”

I’ve seen the way Tally looks at him. Not with stars in her eyes, but some kind of awareness. And Flip is always hyper-alert when she’s around, always looking out for her. Always worried. Always protective. If he gets a clue, that could change. It could also really fuck him up, and the guy has enough emotional baggage, so I keep my mouth shut.

“Why do you have to be so fucking tempting?” He groans and bites the edge of my jaw. “Because the dark is always trying to consume the light.”

“You don’t need to keep checking to make sure you’re still beautiful,” I murmur. “Just ask me, and I’ll tell you.”

“We don’t always get to choose the emotions we feel, but we do get to choose how we allow them to rule us.”