Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)

by Dana Isaly

It makes me irrationally jealous. I want to rip the umbrella from her grip. I should be the one to protect her.

So I break it, and I’m in love with the way it’s brought the color out in her lips. They stand out beautifully, and I want to go in again…maybe bite them a bit. I want to see what other places on her body I can bring color to.

now that I have you, I’m willing to go wherever you want.

“Every day for the rest of our lives, I will make sure you know you are loved.”