It’s been years since Veronica left—since I made her leave—but I’ve envied and hated every man who’s touched her since. I've hated myself even more because I wasn’t supposed to stop trusting myself around her. I wasn’t supposed to love her at all. Our truth is ugly. So twisted and wrong that I would do everything to protect her from it. I have done everything. So I’ll let her keep hating me and I’ll keep pretending we’re nothing. But Veronica … she was everything. It’s been years since she was mine, and she still is. * Book 2 of the This Love Trilogy