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Billie is still talking at Griffin. But Griffin is looking at me.
My best friend’s little sister. Trouble.
What a fucking dickhead thing to say to a girl at a family dinner.
And spending time with a person who you can’t be yourself around is a tragic waste of time.
“Call me Griffy again, and I’ll spank you like the little brat that you are.”
Cinnamon gum is my new whiskey. So, I’m not sure it’s any better than being drunk.
Because it’s never enough. Never enough wins—until I crash. Never enough whiskey—until I’ve pissed my life away. Never enough friendship—because the longer I stare at Nadia, the more certain I am that I’ll let Stefan down eventually, too.
Never enough whiskey—until I’ve pissed my life away. Never enough friendship—because the longer I stare at Nadia, the more certain I am that I’ll let Stefan down eventually, too.
I’ve been playing with prissy city boys, and Griffin Sinclaire is the Wild West.
“I like all your words, Griffin. It’s what you don’t say that kills me.”
My brother’s best friend. A man a good handful of years older than me. It’s bizarre that something so outwardly wrong can feel so damn right.
“I’ll give you all my right nows, Nadia. Every fucking last one. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ve been powerless since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Show me what gentle is like.”
Don’t misunderstand me, Wildflower. This isn’t the end. This is just the beginning. When I told you you’re mine, I fucking meant it. But to keep going with you while I have this hanging over my head feels wrong. You deserve better.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy and all that.
“I’m in love with a fucking crazy person.”
But I want you so badly I don’t even mind the flames.”
Every dream, every goal. I want you to have every opportunity our mom never got.”
I don’t want to be your antidote. I want to be your reason. The reason you put the work in.”
“Meet you at the top, Sinclaire?”
“Meet you at the top, Wildflower.”
think in some cases, age is just a way to measure the number of years you spent without the person meant for you.”
Before? That was a false start. This? This is a clean slate. I want all your right nows. All your tomorrows. I want it all with you.”
rubbing the spot where the ring I picked out for her will go. I’m taking her on a well-earned tropical vacation, and while we’re there, I plan to make her mine once and for all. My girl. My reason. My Wildflower. Forever.
