Follow the River (River of Rain, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

The second I cleared my thoughts enough to be able to move, I bolted from the bathroom and ordered an Uber to take me to Taco Bell.

real shit

No, the guy playing right now would be picked dead last to play badminton in gym class, that’s the level of trash he’s playing at right now.

foulll

Most of all, I hate how, if things were different, I wouldn’t hate him at all.

The saying might go all good guys are either gay or married, but they forget to mention the sexiest ones are always homophobic assholes.

“Jesus Christ, how do you people survive these kinds of winter? My hands are fucking freezing.” “Feel free to put them down my pants.”

LMAOOO he has zero chill

“I hate you,” I murmur dejectedly, and I don’t know if it’s the harsh truth or the greatest lie I’ve ever spoken.

I’m starting to understand why Rapunzel despised being locked up in that tower. At least she had her lizard thing to keep her company instead of a sexy quarterback to hide from.

Why does something so wrong have to feel so good?

“Why are you on the floor?” I demand rather than answer his question. He’s most definitely still half-asleep, since he sways getting to his feet, picking up his blanket and pillow and starts dragging it to his room like a little kid. “To be close by. If you need me. ‘Cause of the nightmares.” My. Heart. Fucking. Stops. Has he...? No.

riv has my whole heart

At some point, he became a necessity, even when he was never meant to be anything more than an enemy.

I still might not be confident admitting to the world, or even myself, who I am to my very core. I don’t have the courage to show the world the “real” Ciaráin Grady instead of the person they think I am. But I do know, when I’m with River, I’m who I’m supposed to be.

Yet as messy as this love is, it will always be beautiful. Because it will always be ours.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat, Abhainn,”