Rush (Rush, #1)

by Emma Scott

“What does he need?” He smiled sadly. “Someone who stays.”

But it was his eyes that seemed to defy nature.

His smile, I thought. The accident stole his smile.

He’s rude but he’s in pain. Remember that.

“Until or unless Noah learns to live as a blind man, and not as a man who used to be sighted,

My god. He’s like a work of art. A rude, surly, bad-tempered work of art.

Who did this to you, Charlotte, so I can kick their ass?

Maybe, Charlotte, I thought. Maybe.

“How do you do that?” he breathed. “How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?” “So that you feel what?” “Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery.”

God, what a goofball. A sweet, sexy goofball.

Her exterior reflecting the beauty within. Which is why I have to save her from the fucking wreck that is me.

I wished I could be something good and whole for her.

Because I’m his endless possibility.

“I need her. I can’t function without her. I can’t even find my way to our room without her.” “Needing her is not the same as loving her.”

“Are you wearing lipstick?” “Yes.” “You’re going to have to redo it,”

“You’re the dawn, Charlotte, and no woman can hold a candle to you.”