Lovers Like Us (Like Us, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

Whenever I can, I need to be more careful. He can’t take a bullet for me if the gun is never loaded. And I’m not scared of what people can do to me. I’ve always been afraid of what they can do to the people I love. And I fucking love him.

“Tell me something that isn’t new,” I say. “I love you,” he says deeply. “And when you hurt, I hurt.”

“That shit won’t bother me,” I say, “and if it does, the tradeoff is worth it.” Maximoff knows the tradeoff is him. “I’m not worth it.” “Yeah you are.” My eyes burn. I wake up every morning, and I’m more in love with him than the day before.

I’m gone. Completely fucking in love with him.