Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

And I respected the fuck out of her. My respect was the hardest thing to earn. My heart even harder. So why did I rip both from where they lived inside me and hold them out to her in bloody hands, desperate for her to take them?

“Talk to me. Help me understand why you don’t want to touch me again. Tell me how I can make it possible for us to be together.”