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287 pages, ebook
First published April 15, 2015
“You just keep crashing into my life, don’t you?” he murmured.
“Trying to get rid of me?” I asked, my hands braced on his chest.
“I don’t think I should,” he murmured.
“Then don’t,” I said.
‘I love you and there is no one in the universe I’ll ever want but you. I’ve been yours since always, and always will be.’
ARC kindly provided by the author for an honest review
‘Go ahead: call me a manwhore. Slut. Player. For all the disgust packed into those words, they were always tied with a fine, shiny thread of admiration. I did what everyone else wished they could and I made it look good.
“Life is too short to waste on things that aren’t important enough to be real.”
“There are moments when I look at you, and I can’t even comprehend how beautiful you are. You really are pure wild.”
I didn’t kiss, I didn’t date, I didn’t touch under clothes, I didn’t let anyone touch me save for a particular appendage, I didn’t fuck in beds, and I didn’t undress.
Ever.
“Ah, Samuel? Eyes up here, please.”
I dragged my gaze from her breasts to her lips, and lifted my brows. “Yeah, you’re not my type, but you have an incredible rack, and I’d like having those lips on my dick.”
It sounded like my usual bullshit, but it was possibly the most honest, unfiltered thing I’d said all day.
She snorted, spraying vodka from her mouth and nose, and shook her head. “You need to shut that shit down. I’m not giving you a blowjob. Stop thinking about it.”
“You just keep crashing into my life, don’t you?” he murmured.
“Trying to get rid of me?” I asked, my hands braced on his chest.
“I don’t think I should,” he murmured.
“Then don’t,” I said.
“How much longer do you think we can do this?” he asked.
“I don’t think anyone else is coming up here, so…”
“No.” His lips passed over my cheek and temple, stopping there while his hand slipped under my dress. “How much longer can we pretend this is enough?”
“The world makes sense when you let me hold you, and I can only imagine holding you naked would bear similar, if not better, results.”
I was gutted – torn in two and split the fuck open – and I recognised my long-held fears decimated and discarded on the ground around us.
“All I want to call you is mine … You’re mine and I’m yours.”
‘“I just had to kiss you,” she said with a shrug. “I couldn’t not.”
But I didn’t want it to be over.
“There’s a word for that. Basorexia. The uncontrollable urge to kiss,” I said.
Tiel laughed and brushed her thumb over my lips. “I guess I’m feeling a little basorexic.”
“Is that right?” She nodded, a shy smile teasing at the corner of her mouth. “Let me help you with that.”
My lips brushed against hers, tentative and in absolute fear of screwing up this one moment when everything—fucking everything—seemed to fall into perfect alignment. I was free and normal and alive, and even if it only lasted for right now, I didn’t want to lose one second of it.’
“I’ve never wanted to love anything. I’m not sure that I can. But I was with her, touching her and feeling happy—or something that felt close enough to happy—and I wanted to feel that way all the time.”
“Most people think passion lives in some thundering monster, a primordial entity that calls all the shots from deep inside your brain, but it’s not,” she said, growing animated. “It’s details. It’s the way itsy bitsy sounds bend around each other and create magic. It’s pressing your mouth to someone’s neck because you can’t imagine living another minute without feeling her skin on your lips. Fingertips digging into hips until they bruised. Reaching for someone in the night. Knowing her taste in your soul but never feeling fulfilled. Awakening all the beasts you’ve kept hidden inside, and letting them grow and breathe because she wants to know them. That’s passion.”
‘I always thought it was ridiculous. If someone experiences suffering, it would make sense that they wouldn’t need more than a small amount of joy. All I ever wanted was that tiny taste of happiness because I believed I didn’t want or need or deserve more.
But I was wrong. You showed me more. You showed me that I could have crazy, wild happiness, and we could make something incredible together.
I want something incredible with you. Something safe and forever and real, and know that I will never want it with anyone else, ever.’
"There's something about her that feels...I don't know. It's ridiculous, but it's like I'm okay⎯for once in my life⎯when I'm around her. I don't know how, and maybe I'm hallucinating, but she does something to me." ~ Sam
"Shit. This drink is brinier than a ball sack!" ~ Tiel