If the Sun Never Sets (If Love, #2)

by Ana Huang

Two people in a city of eight million, reunited against all odds. Coincidence? Hell no.

Farrah was the one who’d taught Blake to believe in fate, and like everything else about their relationship, he’d carried it close to his heart all these years.

Smoky memories of long nights, passionate kisses, and whispered secrets crawled into Farrah’s brain, drowning her in the past. I think you’re a smartass who’s too stubborn for your own good. I think you drive me crazier than any person ought to. And I think I might die if I can’t be with you. Whatever happens, we can get through it together. You said once every second counts, and I don’t want another second to go by without you knowing that I am totally, completely, one hundred percent in love with you.

You needed trust for love,

Her relationship with Blake had proved fairy-tale love existed in real life, but it also proved that every fairy tale had a dark side, that happily-ever-afters sometimes came with less-than-happy epilogues, and that the One Big Love could crush your heart as easily as they stole it.

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.

There’d been a hole in Blake’s heart since the day he and Farrah broke up, and no matter how many years passed, it remained as empty as ever.

“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.”

Because the opposite of love wasn’t hate; it was indifference.

“Of course I’m wearing it,” Joe snapped. “It’s a watch. What else am I supposed to do, eat it?”