Between Despair and Hope (The Divine Between, #2)

by Jess Wisecup

I didn’t want to die. I just didn’t want to live.

“You mistake me. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone. Staying away from you has been—“ He shook his head. “A fish without water. The tides without the moon. A flower without the gods damn sun. You are my heart and soul. You are the reason I draw breath.

“I’ve heard nudity is quite comfortable. As is being bent over on the bed with your thighs spread.”