Ricochet (Addicted, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“I’m right here,” he tells her. She weakly tries to push him off again, not really wanting to, and he grabs her hand. “I don’t need you,” she reminds him. But the silent tears start flowing. She’s crying in front of him, actually letting Connor see her cracks. I wonder if the emotions are too hard to bottle since she drank so much. “I don’t need you,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “You’re right,” he says softly. “You don’t need a man, Rose.” He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, “But you do need me.” She looks down and then back at him, her lashes wet and glistening, making her face look more porcelain and delicate than I ever remember. “What are you doing here?” she asks with the shake of her head. “You shouldn’t be here.” Her tears drip on his hands, both rising back to her face. He tucks a flyaway piece of hair behind her ear, and his eyes graze the welt on her cheek. “A little bird told me you were upset.” Rose lets out a choked cry. “Are you crazy?” She places her hands on his arms that hold her face but doesn’t force him away anymore. “You’re talking to birds now?” His lips twitch into a weak smile. “I’d talk to any woodling creature if it gave me answers about you.” “Would you walk through fire for me?” she deadpans. “Yes,” he accepts the challenge. “Brand my name on your ass?” “Possibly.” “Drink cow’s blood in my honor?” “You’re so fucking weird,” he says with the biggest grin.

ohmygod. they're so cuteness :')