More Than We Can Tell (Letters to the Lost #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“Quick,” Declan says to her. “When’s the last time you had a violent thought about someone?” “Three seconds ago,” she says. “When I saw you stopped for coffee but didn’t bring me one.” He holds out the cup. “Wrong. This is for you.” Her expression lights up, and she kisses him, then takes a sip. He’s such a liar. Probably. But then she hands it to him and says, “We can share,” and I wonder if this was his plan all along. He smiles and takes the coffee, then takes her hand.

My favorite coupleeeeeee