Up in Smoke (King, #8)

by T.M. Frazier

Smoke’s hand slides across the table and briefly covers mine. He squeezes my hand then slides it back and returns his concentration to his food as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just wrecked my entire world with one fucking touch.

“You wanted me to choose you, Hellion. Well, this is me...choosing you.” My. Fucking. Heart. Breaks.