Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

I fell asleep in the arms of a psychopath. I had never felt safer or more content in my life.

“I’m always thinking about you, Bliss. Every fucking night when we’re together in this bar. Every day, when I’m lying in my bed alone, wishing you were with me. You haunt my fucking dreams, and then you walk into work and smile at me like you have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.”

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like if I leaned in and kissed you right now, you’d let me.”

“You homophobic asshole. You think if I wanted to kiss you, I wouldn’t have done it by now?”

OKAY WARRICK