Beneath the Hood (Sugarlake, #3)

by Emily McIntire

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

“I love your eyes,” he continues. “The way they show me all your truths. No one has ever consumed me with a single look, but you…” He blows out a breath. “You fucking wreck me.”

“I love your heart,” he whispers. “I would spend the rest of my life worshiping at your feet so long as I got to experience every beat.”

“Your worth has nothing to do with how you look, Blake. It has to do with who you are. That’s what makes you beautiful.”

This is love.

“Yes, princess.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I love you. I didn’t know what love was until you.”

He loves me.

“I love you too, you know.”

“You have a heart that gives until it bleeds, Jackson, and that’s a quality to be proud of. But it’s not your job to pick up everyone else’s pieces.”