More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
An ache spread through Blake’s chest at the words “interior designers.” It was sad, how the slightest thing could still remind him of her after half a decade.
She was the light to his darkness, the angel to his demons, and his only excuse for trying to crawl back into her heart was that he loved her. Even after all these years. Even after all that had happened.
“I’ve only been in love with one person my entire life. She’s the one I dream of every damn night, and she’s the one who can break me with one tiny glance. I would jump off a fucking tower for that girl, and you know what? Her name sure as hell isn’t Cleo.”
Blake Ryan was her missing puzzle piece, her broken other half. He was her drug, her addiction, her downfall, and if she wanted to survive, she needed to get him out of her system—even if it meant compromising her heart.
“I want you. All of you. Heart, body, mind, and soul. I want what we had.”
“How could you believe me? How could you have looked into my eyes and believed you were anything except my whole world?”
If the sun never sets, the stars will never shine.
Without him, the earth would surely fall off its axis and plummet into oblivion.
