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

by Hannah Gray

Stories. Folktales. Lies. All created in my fucked up brain in a weak attempt to take me far, far away from my reality.

I’ve never asked for an angel. Because an angel couldn’t handle me. Bria Collins might not be anyone’s angel, but she might just be my savior.

“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.” Kissing my cheek, he nods. “Just like you. You’re not trying to be like every other flower you see. You’re you. And thank fuck for that. Because you’re my favorite person in the entire world.”

My choice of drug used to be fighting. Now, it’s Bria Collins. And that’s really fucking scary.