Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

He glances back down at the box and whispers, “You got me socks.”

should we kill ourselves

“Good. I don’t want to call you what everyone else calls you.

“I never wanted for anything.” Except, from the way he says it, there’s one thing he did want. Desperately, it seems. Love. And it breaks my fucking heart to pieces.

I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.