Filthy Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #3)

by Hannah Gray

Scars from the past never really go away. Maybe they fade; maybe they don’t. But no matter what, they haunt us at some point in our life.

“Wildflowers for my Wildflower. Because they are resilient. No one has to nurture them for them to grow and be whatever the hell they are going to be. They do it on their own. They weather all the storms, continuing to thrive. And despite that so many flowers are planted into perfect rows or kept in plant pots just for looks … wildflowers grow where they please. They make their own rules.”

And it’s in that moment that it all seems so clear. How wrong this is. How unfair it is. And how it really isn’t even his fault. But it’s not mine either.

It’s a vicious cycle. A merry-go-round that won’t stop. And for the life of me, I can’t get the hell off of it. But right now … I want to. And for once, I don’t care if that hurts someone else.