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424 pages, Paperback
First published May 15, 2019


〚 best friends to lovers trope, crazy h where she does ridiculous things to get H's attention, slow burn but with tons of cute and sexual tension moments that would make you so frustrated you scream at your kindle for them to FINALLY DO IT. 〛
"I'm the moth to your flame, Lou. I'd rather be burned a thousand times than be free of you."
"My best friend might be a big bad gangster, but I had him wrapped around my finger. Now if only I could get him wrapped around the rest of me."

“Something invisible, unbreakable, and incurable had a hold on us, drawing us in like moths to a single flame. Could we one day break free of it, or would it choose to break us instead?”
I’m the moth to your flame, Lou. I’d rather be burned a thousand times than be free of you.”



“I’m the moth to your flame, Lou. I’d rather be burned a thousand times than be free of you.”
“Maybe, if it was the right thing to do, but you’d not only kill for her— you’d die for her and wouldn’t think twice about it.”
"I wouldn’t take life and forfeit my soul. Not without exhausting all options. Not for Fox and not for the men I called my brothers. But for Lou? I’d gladly leave it wrapped with a shiny red bow at hell’s door."
"We were connected to the very last stitch. Letting Lou go would be like severing a limb. She belonged with me."
"Lou was my onus. My light. The very last tether to my soul. I couldn’t risk losing her. It was out of the question. She meant so much more to me than a hot, dirty fuck. I needed her, more than she needed me. I’d been echoing that fact so much lately that it was becoming my mantra. The reminder I needed to keep my hands to myself."
“You give me one taste, and I’m an addict. You allow me one touch, and I’m yours. You’re very cruel, Louchana Valentine.”
"I shouldn’t have left her that day. I should have got on my knees and stayed there until she forgave me— morning, noon, and night. I never expected that losing her heart would hurt a hell of a lot more than losing her friendship."
"Before she could protest or ask a million fucking questions, I sealed my lips to hers. It might be the last time I’d ever get to kiss her. With an impending sense of doom, I deepened the kiss, drawing all I dared take from her while giving her everything I had left to give— my heart, my soul, and my life if she asked for it. I’d slit my wrists right here and now so that she could see how I bled for her. How much I wanted to carry her pain for her."
She lifted her head, her mouth opening and closing until she finally said, “I— I just want to be friends, Wren.”
“No, Lou. You don’t.” I kissed her again, and it felt like my heart was in her fist when she greedily sank into it. This time, I was the one to pull away although it felt like chewing off my limb. “But I’ll wait.” “Forever?” she challenged, her tone skeptical.
“However long you need me to,” I confirmed as I backed away. “I’m yours, Lou. I’ll always be yours.”







She claimed I acted like her father rather than her friend. If that was what she called making sure no one ever hurt her again, then sure—I’d daddy the fuck out of her.
“I’m the moth to your flame, Lou. I’d rather be burned a thousand times than be free of you.”
We were connected to the very last stitch. Letting Lou go would be like severing a limb. She belonged with me.
“What’s mine is mine forever.”




