Tease (Cloverleigh Farms, #8)

by Melanie Harlow

Being with her almost felt like a memory of something that hadn’t happened yet—maybe a memory of a dream. She was familiar to me, and yet she was a revelation.

I’d wish for the guts to tell you I love you. Because I don’t need you to be perfect or magical. I just need you to stay with me.

That you two are actually in love but somehow feel more comfortable faking it?

“My problem is that I love this woman you’re talking about like she’s a fucking piece of meat. And I can’t think of anything better than having her to myself for the rest of my life. The thought of being with someone else is absurd. The thought of her being with someone else makes me want to put my fist through the wall. The thought of losing her because I’m a fucking idiot is unacceptable.”

“I love you, Felicity. I’ve always loved you. And if you’ll let me, I will love you for the rest of my life.”