Saved by the Boss (New York Billionaires, #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“A friend,” I repeat, running my thumb around the rim of the mug. Looking at her and knowing I’ll never be satisfied with just that, but unable to ever offer her more.

I kiss her until I know her lips better than my own, until the intimacy between us sings like a melody and the heat beneath my skin is a wildfire. I want her like I’ve never wanted before.

“I’m thankful I saw you, at any rate,” he murmurs. “Before it all goes black.”

To think there’ll be a time when I won’t be able to see her, sitting right there in front of me, so beautiful it feels like my heart is being torn out of my body. The world creates beauty like this, and then takes my eyes away from me.

Fuck, I haven’t let myself think of the future in a long time. But I want it now, with her. I want it so bad it’s like acid on my tongue. And I can’t have it.

“I can’t promise I’ll be the man you deserve every day, all the time. One day I won’t see anymore, and that terrifies me, Summer. I won’t always handle that well. But I’m going to try. I’m going to live this life to the best of my ability. You were the one to tell me I’m not dying, that I need to stop acting like I am. You were right. Because even blind, I’ll have two hands to hold you with, and a mouth to kiss you with, and fingers to touch you, and that’s enough. It’ll always be enough.”