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270 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 4, 2016




TITLE: See Through Heart

“Sunshine, I’m going to kiss you. I can’t stop. I know it will change everything. But I can’t not kiss you. Not for one more minute.”
“I knew you’d taste like that,” he said…
“Like what?”…
“Like you’re mine.”
“I never expected you to willingly leave me, Ainsley. You weren’t supposed to do that. You were supposed to be there for me like you’d been for ten damn years. I couldn’t fucking come after you because you’d crushed me. I couldn’t come to you after that. I still can’t. I’m still too damn hurt.”
“You’re still a fucking wreck, and it kills me that, even as shattered as you are right now, I still want you more than my next breath. Because I can see through all of this shit you try to cover up with. I see through straight to the heart of you. Straight to my Ainsley . The girl who rescued me time and time again as a kid. And I can’t help but still fucking love her. And I hate myself for it.”
That’s the thing with loving someone so deeply – it doesn’t go away simply because that person does something awful to you. It doesn’t just go away because you want it to. Love could be as cruel as it could be wonderful.
I’m fucking coming for you, Sunshine.
“She needs you. Trust Me. You’re the Mr Darcy to her Elizabeth, the Deuce to her Eva, the Joe to her Violet. She needs you to heal. She needs back her epic love to make things right.”
“It’s always been you, Ainsley. For me, it’s always been you.”
I had never been kissed in my life, but I knew that this was special. I knew that kisses like this were rare and beautiful. A kiss like this was born from years of friendship and love.
"Let's pretend we are just a boy and a girl in love. That our lives aren't encompassed in overwhelming sorrow and heartbreak. That we aren't swimming in a never-ending sea of grief. Please, let me have this. This moment of beautiful in all of this ugly."
She could run from me, but what she couldn't do was hide her heart. Whether she liked it or not, I owned it. It was mine.
