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378 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2021
⚡ S P O I L E R S ⚡ A H E A D ⚡
“Just because I look suspicious to you doesn’t mean you can search me. This is America!” One of the representatives—a black woman—gave Tennessee a really, dude? glare, winning ten points for sarcasm and another ten for timing."- is LJ trying to be political??? PLEASE WHAT IS THIS
"You're a medical miracle, you know," I said.
She looked up, resting one cheek against my window frame. "How so?"
"You're the only person I know who can stand upright without a spine."
"Jerry might be needing me for some extra shifts in the next few weeks. That means more money. We can splurge a little. Anything you need?"
"Nah, don't worry 'bout me. You should spend that money on yourself, Mom. You never get yourself anything."
"So. Wanna have dinner togehter? A friendly dinner," he asked.
"You're buying."
"It's free."
I sighed. "The drinks, too?"
"I'm afraid so."
"This whore you raised," my sister pointed at me accusingly, raising her voice, "is sleeping with my maid of honor's boyfriend."
"Just remember, Cruz. Even if you fucked her, she is, and always will be, my leftovers. I was there first. I tasted her first."
The appeal of looking like the designated washed-out diner waitress who needed a shower and a clue had dissipated ever since I realized I could cut thirty minutes of preparation each morning only to make myself look less attractive than I was.
“You’re a medical miracle, you know,” I said.
She looked up, resting one cheek against my window frame. “How so?”
“You’re the only person I know who can stand upright without a spine."
“Doesn’t have to be a one-night stand,” I heard myself say…
“Just as long as no one finds out about it, right?”
I groaned.
She had me there. Not that I was ashamed, but…
Tears began to slide down my cheeks.
I was worried Cruz was going to stop, but he didn’t.
Cruz kissed each and every one of them, sliding in and out of me, not because of his own pleasure, I suspected, but because he knew if we stopped, I’d feel like a complete failure and couldn’t face him or myself anymore.
She was all over me without really being all over me, her hands on my shoulders, arms, face.
I watched Tennessee with a lazy, whatcha-gonna-do-about-it smirk and hoped to hell she had a bit more balls than what I’d given her credit for.
“In his dreams. Cruz is just a plaything, an interlude to pass the time. I belong to no one, Robert Gussman. Only to myself.”
“I would’ve made you mine one way or the other. I never would’ve given up on you.”