Praying for Rain (The Rain Trilogy, #1)

by B.B. Easton

I have to get Rain back, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she smells like sugar cookies or looks like a broken china doll dressed by a blind person or because of the way her tits and thighs felt pressed against me on the back of my bike. I have to get Rain back because I know something she doesn’t. Rainbow Williams is a fucking survivor.

I don’t do us. All us does is get you hurt or killed, so I throw an E on the end of that bitch, and I use.

She’s a mess and a mindfuck, but when she smiles, it steals the air from my lungs.

Us. Fuck me. I don’t do us! I want to fire back, but the words die in my mouth as I realize that they’re no longer true. When I look into that beautiful, hopeful, frightened face, the only thing I see is everything I’ve ever wanted. Us.

I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me. No wonder Rain was wearing a black hoodie when I met her. She’s the fifth fucking horseman of the apocalypse.