Wild Reckless (Harper Boys #1)(120)

“Willow has a key; I think they’ll be fine,” I say, glancing over at my friends, who are settled even lower in their booth, content to stay there until the sun rises I’m sure. My response is enough for him, and he sweeps his arm around me, tucking me against his side, guiding me through the crowd of football fans still pouring into the bar.

We walk the few blocks to his dorm, the same chill in the air that was there the first night I kissed him, the night he gave me the bracelet I still wear every day. I love it when he sees me in it, and I love how he kisses my wrist, like he is right now, as he slips it from my skin.

I love how he watches me, how he watches over me, fights for me, and makes me a better version of myself.

I love him.

Truth is, Owen Harper shot me through the heart that day he pointed his finger at me and pulled the trigger. I fell for him then, and I’ve been falling every day since. All I wanted was for him to catch me.

And he did.



THE END