Gravity (Wilde Boys, #1)

by Sara Cate

It falls out of his mouth so naturally I am dying to hear it again.

He’s not touching me like he wants to fuck me. He’s touching me like he loves me,

This isn’t about sex or a fling. Alistiar Wilde is taking down his walls, even if only for a moment, for me. The man who doesn’t date, shoves his feelings away, and tries to buy his way out of anything uncomfortable is offering me his heart.

In the moonlit room, I can see his eyes, and their intensity never fades. His fingers stroke my cheek as he kisses me again, then his mouth moves to my ear so I can hear him clearly as he whispers the words back to me each one slow and punctuated to show he means them. “I love you, Zara.”