Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

His hand encases the sharp lines of my cheekbone and jaw. Fully. Securely. His gaze dives deep and touches every damn part of who I am. “I love you, Maximoff,” he says. “And

I know you overthink because that’s what you do, and this is new for you. But I love you. And I know it fucking hurts to see someone from my past because it fucking hurt when I went through your NDAs. So if you need me to tell you five-thousand times, a million, that I’m so fucking in love with you, I will.”

Don’t let Farrow go (I won’t). Marry him. Put a ring on it. What if he’s not into marriage? What if that’s why he rejected his ex’s proposal? But we talked about kids. Twice. Jokingly? No, it was fucking serious. I think. You can have kids without being married. Don’t name your son Batman.