ILY (Deaf Hearts, #2)

by Cora Rose

I can’t even get a guy to sell me TNT on the dark web, and I’m a paying customer. Why is being a criminal so damn hard?

A cute fucking face, if you ask me, which is not something I’m used to saying about men. Except maybe Henry Cavill or Pedro Pascal,

“He was flirting with you,” Echo says, and I arch an eyebrow at him. “Well, I feel very sorry for him. He has terrible taste in men.”

“You are gorgeous and sexy, and you make me feel things I didn’t know I could. You make me feel like there might be a place in the world for me after all.”

“I just want you. And I have you. And I love you. That’s enough.”