Delilah Green Doesn't Care (Bright Falls, #1)

by Ashley Herring Blake

But then she moved her arms around Ruby, pressed her cheek to the top of her hair. She exhaled what felt like a decade’s worth of anxiety, and accepted the girl’s love.

Delilah Green didn’t care. Because they’d never once cared about her. She slumped against the door, pressed her forehead to the thick inlaid glass. Not caring was fucking exhausting.

“Aunt Iris finally punched you, huh?” she said. “I’m glad to see my work is noted and appreciated,” Iris said.

“I’m sorry too,” Astrid said. “I didn’t make it easy either. I know that. You’d lost a lot. So had I, and we were just kids. I guess . . . well, I guess neither of us knew how to handle the other. How to handle the hurt.”

“This is what I want,” Delilah said. “My whole life, this is what I’ve wanted. A best friend. Someone who gets me, who accepts me. Someone who fights like hell to get me to see that they love me. Someone who lets me love them back. Someone who’s so goddamn beautiful, she makes my toes curl. Someone who calls me on my bullshit. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes me look at her like this and looks at me the same way. Someone who . . . who’s my home.”

“I’m putting you first, Claire. In case you couldn’t tell, that’s what’s happening here.”