Covet (Crave, #3)

by Tracy Wolff

But then he pulls his hand out from behind his back, and I realize he’s carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers in all the shades of the rainbow. He holds it out to me with a small smile and watchful eyes. And I melt. “You picked flowers for me?” I gasp, eagerly reaching out to take them. “They reminded me of you.”

“What did I do?” Jaxon asks, an insulted look on his face. But Uncle Finn gives it right back. “Something, I have no doubt.”

Maybe all these years, it’s not the coming of winter we’ve had to fear, but the spring that thrives in its desolate destruction.

I love you, Grace Foster. I’ve loved you for months, and I’ll love you forever. There’s nothing you can do about that fact.”

Because this boy, this beautiful, beautiful boy whom I love so much, doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. He doesn’t deserve to be broken like this.