Broken Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #2)

by Hannah Gray

“Because I can’t stand the thought of not seeing you every day. It makes my stomach hurt. I love you, Tate. I’ve loved you since the day I saw you get out of your daddy’s truck behind that moving van.

But I’m not your dad, and I’m tired of loving you, but not being able to show it, Tate. I want to love you in the open. I can’t take another day of having you close and pretending that I’m not dying to fucking touch you.”

I have to fight the urge not to grab the guy by the shirt and tell him if he puts one finger on Tate, I’ll murder him. She might not be my girl, but she sure as hell isn’t his either.

“Because right now, seeing you cry, all I want to do is fucking fix it.

I hadn’t met Henley until tonight, but she likes large pizzas to herself and One Tree Hill, so I’m pretty sure we might be soul mates.

But she’s Tate Tracy. She’ll always be mine, even when she isn’t.

Be nice to my Tater Tot.” “She’s not your anything,” I mutter. “Remember that.”

Because the truth is … there’s eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds in a day … and since we were kids, there has never been one of them when you weren’t the only thing that mattered,” she whispers.

Link. Whoever claims angels are females doesn’t have a guy like him in their life.

I could have had any girl I wanted, but from the time I was twelve years old, I only belonged to her.

We won. And Tate’s smile shows how proud she is of me. And as corny as it sounds, there’s no trophy or award that could top that.

But I don’t just want her firsts. I want her lasts too.

“I want you. I want you next to me through it all. My dreams coming true. The bad times. All of it. And I want to be there for you too.”

“I can’t fix you, Tate. And I don’t want to. But I can love you just the way you are. If you’ll let me?”

“Guys don’t love girls that much in real life. Link Sterns looks at you like you’re the damn sun and he’s been in the dark his whole life.”