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 is the object of my obsession, the gravity for my orbit, every star in the night sky, reminding me that I’m not alone.

“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.”

Because he carved his name into my heart when he tore it from my chest. I don’t think there will ever be a day it doesn’t beat for him.

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

“Your name was already inscribed on my heart and etched in my soul. The only place it was missing was inked on my skin.”