Reckless at Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #3)

by Callie Hart

How have I ended up so entangled in this person? I try to play it cool as often as possible, but I’m sure he sees right through me. I’m addicted to him. Obsessed. I never wanted to be that girl, the girl who loses herself in her high school crush, but I find myself unraveling day by day.

I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. I’m so grateful for him. So grateful, lucky and blessed that I have him here, ready for me to lean on if I need him. Having a father like mine is basically like winning the lottery. I’m so fucking lucky to have him in my life…which

Ti faro stare bene. Lo prometto.”

If I could drain every last drop from my body and somehow still draw enough breath to protect her, then I’d do it without hesitation.

How the fuck do normal people receive gifts? How do they fucking react? What the hell do they say? Most importantly, why does this feel so fucking awkward right now?

Her hair’s tied up in a messy bun, strands fallen loose, framing her face. Silver looks incredible when she’s run a brush through her hair and she’s wearing a little makeup, but she looks best when her skin is bare and she looks like she’s just been fucked.