Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

by Abby Millsaps

Ty’s been by my side through every up and down, through disappointment and pain and even my happiest times. He’s the safe place I crave when I lose track of where the nightmares end and my reality begins.

We were almost everything to each other once. Almost. But we aren’t meant to be.

Almost means it didn’t happen, and it never will. Almost is the antithesis of hope. We almost had it all. But almost will never be enough.

“Hold my hand.” It’s not a question, but a statement. An offering I greedily accept. Because I need this woman. I need her like I need air and water and hockey and sustenance. I need her in a way that terrifies me.

I’m fucking over the ambiguity of our relationship. Sooner rather than later, that girl is going to be all fucking mine.

He doesn’t know the depths of my darkness—no one fucking does—but he knows when I’m spiraling.

If Sawyer is my purpose, Atty’s my true north. No one can help me course correct like he can.

Though maybe I’m not to blame for this incessant need to share. Maybe it’s her. Sawyer has this uncanny ability to light up a room. No. It’s so much more than that. She has a direct impact on me. Like the glow she emits casts out all my shadows.

“Also of note,” he continues. “I sincerely hope this wasn’t a one-time occurrence for us. Now that I’ve had a taste, Ms. Davvies, I’ll be dreaming of our next encounter. Ideally, off campus, where I don’t have to remind you to stay quiet.”

“I’ve fucked lots of men and women in my time. What I haven’t done, ever? Is call someone my girlfriend. Or boyfriend. I’ve never declared any sort of relationship status with another person. But that’s how deep I’m in this. I want to be with you and only you. Strike the ideas swirling around in that brilliant head.” He presses his thumb into the divot of my chin. “For as long as you’ll have me, with or without Noah by our side, for me, there will be only you.”