Knotted (Trails of Sin, #1)

by Pam Godwin

My girl is sunshine, rawhide, and pure fight.

Then I think about being found that way. Being remembered as the girl who killed herself because she loved a boy. Because the boy didn’t love her back. Boo hoo. So sad. How fucking pathetic. I’m not that girl.

“Stop looking for shit that isn’t there.” Her hand twitches on her thigh. “I’m not broken.” “Didn’t say you were.” “Then I don’t need to be fixed.” “Didn’t say that, either.”

“You don’t need me to fix you. You need me to sit with you in the sadness.”

OUCH

I know, because I’ve been watching her. Clocking her every movement and following her around campus like a creeper.

Got nothin on Zade

I hold her with every breath in my body. I hold her through the sadness.

Must be nice

He’s fire and ruthlessness, and I’m desperate to be burned and consumed.