Dreams of 18 (Heartstone, #2)

by Saffron A. Kent

To tell him that I love him enough for the both of us, that I don’t want his love. I can survive on my love alone.

You woke up my soul, Violet.”

“Yes. For you. I’ll learn all of that. I’ll learn to be soft. I’ll learn to be gentle and tender. I’ll learn to dream when I’ve got my eyes closed. Because I don’t think I can live in my world anymore. I don’t like my world, Violet. I want to live in a different world.”

I’m learning to live. Because she’s a girl made of moon and magic. She’s a girl who has streaks of gold in her thick hair, red as fuck lips. And she’s a girl who glows in the moonlight. A girl I’ve loved since the first time I saw her. My beauty. My Violet.