Pretty Reckless
I fell in love with a broken soul. She fell in love with mine.
Addicted hearts, bruised and battered and torn in half yet when put together, make one seamless whole.
It’s messy, and ugly, and sometimes grueling, but it’s ours, and that’s what makes it so perfect.
I didn't ask Chase to take me in when my life fell apart. Turns out my BFF has some kind of sick white-knight complex I can't wrap my head around. He told me I could stay with him under one condition: Absolutely no drugs or booze.
What a killjoy, right?
Despite his bad-boy exterior, Chase has always been my safe haven. The tattooed antidote to my life of crazy. Moving in with him seemed like a great idea but I never expected to start thinking about him the way I have been.
Fantasizing. Lusting. Wondering.
Until a moment of weakness lands him in my bed.
One night of toe-curling, back-bowing passion I'll never forget. And I've tried. It's impossible.
Chase didn't fight like hell to get clean and sober just to toss it away on a hot mess like me. I'm a lost cause. Yet, it's a reckless risk he seems willing to take... even if my salvation means his ruin.