Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

I kiss her like she's the only fucking drug I'll ever need pumping through my veins, like I don't fucking care that she's going to be my downfall and that doing this is the end of everything I love and covet in my life. I kiss her like it doesn't matter that I'm betraying two of the most important and vital people in my life. I kiss her like I love her.

If we kill the Jackal then she’s free and clear to live whatever life she wants and that life is going to be with me, god-fucking-dammit.

I fucking love this girl.

“Give me two days to sort my uterus out and then I’ll deal with him myself.”