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226 pages, Paperback
First published February 25, 2019
“I need someone to listen to my heart.” His face inched closer. “And it only wants to beat for you.”
‘What will you do when you have kids?’ and I’m like, ‘The same thing I do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.’”
I stared at her. I stared at her, and stared at her, and stared at her. I stared at her and I worked to keep my balance, because the floor and the earth moved beneath my feet. The cavern opened and stretched in front of me. I stared at her and I was afraid, because I knew. My whole life, from this point forward, I would be a fool for Mona DaVinci.
“Mona, I don’t know you, not really. You keep everyone at an arm’s length. But you’ve given me glimpses, scraps, and they’ve only made me ravenous.”
I didn’t want one of her moments, I wanted all of them. I wanted an invasion, not a visit.
The only species that does reproductive systems visually right are angiosperms (flowering plants). When you’re smelling a flower, you’re basically smelling a dick. Let that sink in.
He wore a small smile on his lips and in his eyes, and I snapped my mouth shut, swallowing the thirst. But there was so much thirst. So much. So. Much. I was in very real danger of choking on my thirst. - Mona
His gorgeousness felt like an attack. I felt personally attacked. He wasn't Hallmark handsome, he was Turkish TV show handsome. - Mona
*I received an early copy of this book to voluntarily read.*
❝Mona.❞
❝Yes?❞ I shivered. The way he said my name, it was the auditory equivalent to being stroked.
❝Will you be brave with me?❞
❝Abram an air of power and strength that I found both flustering---because, holy hot specimen of the male species, Batman---and alarming.❞
❝So beautiful.
She really was. She was stunning. I hated that she was still so beautiful to me.❞
❝I need someone to listen to my heart.❞ His face inched closer. ❝And it only wants to beat for you.❞
❝I don't want anyone to give me something I don't deserve. I want to feel like I've earned what I have, then I know it's mine.❞
‘Sometimes reality feels like a dream. Something happens, and it makes you question everything you know to be true, everything you take for granted about the world, about yourself. When that happens, your surroundings and interactions become likewise warped, like you’re watching those around you through a magnifying glass, or in high saturation color, and you can’t stop. You can’t make the world normal again, you know too much.’
‘I didn’t want to smile at her threat, but I couldn’t help myself. “You’re overthinking this.”
“Yeah, probably. But that doesn’t make it any less true. Why don’t you hate me? After everything I’ve done, you should hate me. I hate that you don’t hate me.”
Swallowing several versions of the truth, I settled on, “You’re very difficult to hate.”’
“Can I listen to your heart?”
I started, blinked, confused. “What?”
“Can I listen to your heartbeat? Obviously, it’s fine to say no. It’s incredibly fine. In fact, I expect you to say no. But, since I’ve already confessed to plasma levels of being hot for you, and still in love with you, I figured I might as well make it a trifecta of selfishness and mortification—a trifecta squared? An exponential trifecta? A tripod of shame? I don’t know, fill in the blank—and just ask for what I really want.”
‘I don’t know what I expected, but when our eyes locked, his were an odd combination of kind and covetous. “Then will you let me know you?”
I pressed my lips together to keep my chin from wobbling. “Why? To what purpose?”
The question seemed to amuse him. “I need someone to listen to my heart.” His face inched closer. “And it only wants to beat for you.”’
The Angst, the Laughter, and the Hot Love.