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Make Me Fall by Riley Nash
Water, Air, Earth, Fire, Book 2
You can’t fly without falling, so close your eyes and let go.
People ask me if I’m human. If I have feelings. If I’ve ever loved anyone. I’m the lawyer who has never lost a case because I have nothing else to live for.
Until Jonah.
He’s my complete opposite: a reckless boy twelve years younger than me, made of sunshine and wicked smiles, pure and breathtaking.
It all starts with a secret. He wants to find out if he’s bi, and he begs me to teach him because we’ll never see each other again.
Until he shows up on my doorstep with nowhere else to go. I can’t draw lines faster than we blur them. He’s the unstoppable force; I’m the immovable object. When we collide, things get filthy. Complicated. More beautiful than I ever could have imagined.
He’s the only person ever to learn the truth: I’ve always been human. I’ve always had feelings. I’ve been so, so afraid to lose.
Because the moment we find enough trust to jump is the moment we realize our wings might be too broken to fly.
A heartfelt, emotional story of two lonely souls searching for meaning, featuring a bi awakening, grumpy/sunshine opposites attract, an age gap, and a main character with a disability.
The books in this series take place in the same universe and have recurring characters, but each book is a standalone that can be read separately or in any order!
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“No.”
This is how I go, suffocated by an overpriced gray wool suit. Looking like a fucking asshole. My mom won’t even recognize me when she comes to identify my body. Then she’ll be like oh, I’m so glad you finally decided to look professional for once and I won’t say anything back because I’ll be dead.
The door behind me rattles. I may have locked my boss out of his own walk-in. It wasn’t the best move, but I panicked. It’s going to be the first time Gray laughs at me, realizes I could never live up to good and perfect, and I think I’d rather keep my ass in the closet forever. In every sense of the word.
“Is there something wrong with it?” he asks through the door. I can’t tell how pissed he is yet, how close I am to some kind of punishment—a thought which immediately makes me hard because I have problems.
“Yeah.” I look away from the full-length mirror against the wall. I’m sick of my own face. I should have stayed in the park with that fountain shaped like a dog and eaten out of a McDonald’s dumpster.
“Is there actually something wrong with it or are you just being difficult?”
Leaning back against the door, his voice right on the other side of it, I close my eyes. “Please can I just wear my old clothes?”
“Absolutely not. Open the door.”
I flip the latch and step out of the way as he comes in and examines me, arms crossed, face completely blank.
“I look stupid.”
“That’s because you’re not fucking wearing it right.” He straightens the shoulders of the jacket with a sharp tug, arranges my right cuff. The left sleeve ends just below the elbow in a subtle seam that doesn’t make everything look lopsided. It’s the only part of the outfit I don’t hate.
I stare at Gray’s powerful neck as he unties my narrow, black tie, which I spent a lot of time on, and redoes it into the same style as his, with a million extra fussy loops and flourishes in the knot. Turning me to face the mirror, he digs a knuckle between my shoulder blades.
“Ow.”
“Stand up straight and look at yourself.”
Squaring my shoulders, I glance at the mirror. “Cool. Can we go?” He doesn’t move.
“Look at yourself and tell me you look good.”
“You can’t make me say things, even if you’re my boss.”
His hand slides from my shoulder to my shirtfront, fingers splayed firmly against my chest, pulling me back against him just a little. “Tell me you look good.”
I don’t like to say things without meaning them, so I study myself more carefully. I’ve never had a piece of clothing made just for me by a kind of scary man with lots of scissors and tape measures who clearly thought I was a pain in the ass when I fidgeted too much. “I look…I don’t know. I look like someone else.”
“You’ll get used to it. This is my standard, as long as you’re working for me.” He turns me around and tugs the absurdly complicated knot at my throat. “Please learn how to tie this style yourself by tomorrow morning.”
“Seriously?” I call after him as he strides away. “Did you notice I only have one hand?”
“I don’t think that has ever stopped you before.” Fucking smartass.
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Tales about boys who fall hard, face the darkness, and never give up on each other.
Fueled by cute dogs, those weird Coke with Coffee drinks, and projecting my personal issues onto handsome men and making them fall in love.
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