How could someone so pure want filth like him?
Damon Comb was no stranger to pain, hunger, loneliness, and abandonment. Being given a family that would die for one another didn’t erase six years of torture. It didn’t take away the nightmares. She did. She was everything someone like him should never be allowed. She was goodness and strength and she made him human.
How could someone so broken complete her?
Willa McClain had it all, a family that adored each other, the love of an entire town and a future she worked her butt off to get. But all she wanted was the boy with the sad blue eyes and the crooked smile. He was her best friend, her protector and the only one who really understood her.
How could a love like theirs be extinguished?
But nothing ever lasted forever. Damon knew better than anyone how quickly the tides could change. Can he keep his past at bay before it consumes the only light in his dark world? Can he finally tell Willa the truth, or will his fears tear them apart forever?
How could love so strong ever fail
“You’re falling asleep.”
He was. At least, he was winding himself down to it. Now all he could focus on was how her breasts were mashed against his ribs and the only thing separating them was their t-shirts.
“I don’t like this show,” he reminded her.
She huffed slightly and her bottom lip puckered in a cute little pout. But she said nothing as she reached over and flipped the TV off.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
The remote hit his hip when she dropped it back down in the new darkness that had blanketed over them.
“I know,” she murmured, resuming her resting position across his chest. “But I want to spend time with you and I can’t do that if you’re sleeping.”
Even in the obscurity, her eyes seemed to glow with their own inner light. They shone like bright gems embedded in dark fabric. He studied them while continuing the lazy strokes of his hand through her hair.
God, he loved her hair.
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
She was quiet for a moment, but he could almost hear her the sound of her mind churning.
“Have you ever dated anyone?”
She couldn’t see it, but Damon blinked. “Dated? When?”
He felt her shrug. “When I was at school, or when you were.”
“No,” he answered simply.
“Not once? Why?”
“Because I was waiting for you.” He twisted a coil of her hair off her shoulder and around his finger. “Why didn’t you?”
He felt her shrug. “Because I don’t think anyone will love me the way you do,” she whispered. “I know no one understands me like you do, or puts up with me the way you do. You’ve been my best friend since I was four and no one knows me inside and out like you do. I think a large part of me knows I will never find that with anyone else.”
It took all his resolve not to drag her over him, under him, and plunder her mouth. He wanted to kiss her until there was never again another thought of someone else. He wanted to hold her and tell her she had him, that he was hers … always.
She chuckled quietly. “I think you’ve ruined me for all other men.”
About Airicka Phoenix
Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.
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