Sing to Me (Rockers to Lovers #1)

by Ketley Allison

life,” Harper continues, unruffled by Stella’s lack of response. “It’s a special, secret drink. Meant only for fairies. But my grandfather made a deal with one of them, when they became trapped under his cottage window. He said he’d let the fairy go if the fairy told him of their secret potion, a brew that was said to heal sadness. If you drink it, it’ll wrap around all your sad parts, like a warm blanket, and stay there for as long as you need it.”

“It helps me remember that life isn’t a list of disappointments and losses,” she says. “There’s pleasure in it, too. Fleeting, but there.”

Instead of getting Harper out of my system, her taste, her scent, her moans and her mind, have all creeped in with the satisfaction of claiming their territory within my chest.

I take a step back, my hands shaking. “You don’t think this is too much? That this—” I gesture between us, to the ring, to the giant fishbowl we’re in—“isn’t exactly the kind of pressure we shouldn’t put on each other right now?”