The Simple Wild (Wild, #1)

by K.A. Tucker

I’ve just kept on giving this man parts of me, not realizing that I was losing myself in the process.

That wanting someone to be something they’re not won’t make it happen.”

They can’t sense my loneliness, or the knot in my stomach. That’s the magic of social media, I guess. But there’s also an odd comfort to hiding behind the illusion.

“By being in his favorite place, high up in the sky, getting away from everything he’d lost down on the ground.”

“You have been driving me fucking insane for days and I couldn’t hold myself back for one more second.”

I’ve spent the last twelve years dwelling on all the things Wren Fletcher isn’t. I should have had the guts to come and find out all the things he is.

“This is my last flight, kiddo,” he announces with grim certainty. He reaches over and takes my hand, and the smile on his face is oddly at peace. “And I can’t think of a better person to have spent it with.”