After Rain Falls (River of Rain, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

Every star in the night sky would have to burn out before it isn’t River.

He should’ve tattooed his name across every available inch of my skin in exchange for my sanity because in the end, I’ll never be anything but his. Until my dying day, I’ll

It’s only River. Always River.

Because at the end of the day, he makes all the bad worth it.

“So this is who you chose to be instead? A coward and a fucking fraud.”

He is the object of my obsession, the gravity for my orbit, every star in the night sky, reminding me that I’m not alone. He’s the center of my goddamn universe. And I just broke him. So no, the person I hate…it’s not Rain. Not even close. The real person I hate is myself.

“It wasn’t a mistake, mo grá. No moment with you ever could be.”

“This goes so much deeper than need and desire. The way I ache for you? It’s fucking toxic.”

“Too bad that isn’t the way the world works, mo grá. I carved my name into your heart and you branded your very essence into my soul. You can’t just forget that.”

“It’s time to share some ghost stories.”

“We’re the greatest almost.”

“Always, completely yours, mo grá.”

“I might have you, but you own me. Every inch. Every thought. Every moment of every day, Abhainn. You own me.”

He’s mine. Only mine. Just like I’m his. And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.

“You might be the muse, but there’s no reason you can’t also be the canvas.”

“You just took a bullet for me.”

“Is that a yes?”

“And I swear to you, River. No matter what, I’ll follow you anywhere.”