When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

If she was engaged to me, I wouldn’t squander a single second. She’d be glued to my side. If she wanted to eat, I’d feed her. If she wanted to sit, it would be on my lap. If she wanted to shower, I’d wash every inch of that perfect skin and then dirty her up again.

She hurries away to make herself pretty for her asshole fiancé while all I can do is pretend like this isn’t fucking killing me.