Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

The sheets are stiff and not very comfortable. Shocker, I know. But they smell like him, and that makes me feel safe.

That’s what I keep telling myself as I curl up and bury my face into his pillow. I can’t be angry at him though.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I murmur against him as I fall to sleep. “Just stay with me.” And he does.

Some of the lads laugh, but it doesn’t bother me in the way that it used to. I have Sasha, so they can laugh all they like.

Ronan is my life. My breath. My sole reason for existing sometimes. I know it sounds insane, but it’s how I feel. We were put on this earth to find each other. And when he looks at me with those dark brown eyes like he’s doing right now, I know what we have is one of a kind. A supernova. A love so rare, so unparalleled, it shines brighter than any other in existence.