In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

I click the door shut and try not to think of the last time we were in a space just like this. Gauzy white curtains. Tangled sheets. A warm hand splayed between my shoulder blades. His voice in my ear, telling me how good I felt. To take it.

OOP-

“I love to watch,” I tell her as I grip her thigh and make room for my body between her long legs. I drop a kiss to the inside of her knee, and her whole body shivers. I drop another kiss just above it. “But I like to touch more.”

CRAZYYYYY

Layla leans around me, her bowl digging into my ribcage. “The maintenance closet is available if you two want to get a room.” I snort a laugh. Stella groans. Luka bends forward and scoops his hand into the popcorn bowl. “Does it have a lock?”

LUKA ILY

She’s nothing but temptation splayed out on the bed like that, windswept and warm. I picked this bedroom for a reason. It’s the very farthest from mine, on the opposite side of the house.

OH THIS IS POSITIVELY SCRUMPTIOUS

Not even when I attempt to stay up late on the third night, determined to talk with him. Instead I fall asleep on the couch, two of the cats purring on my lap. I wake up around midnight with a blanket draped over me and a fresh glass of water on the coffee table.

Goddddd

I had offered to pay him rent on my fifth night here. Beckett had given me a look so affronted I didn’t bother bringing it up again.

Generous men >>>>>>

“I’ll stay. I think I’m finding some happy out here.” She looks at her hands with a grin, the dirt caked over her knuckles. Her eyes find mine and her smile tips wider. “Out here in the weeds.”

Love a good title drop

“You were just a kid,” I manage around a throat that’s too tight. A pressure burning behind my eyes. I think about that little boy in a space suit looking up at the stars. “You had a dream.” “Found a new one,” he answers, smile kicking up the corners of his mouth. He leans back in his chair and tilts his face to the night sky, the stars beginning to wake. “And I got to keep the stars with me.”

Wait why am i tearing up

I reach for the comforter and wrap it around her front, hesitating for half a second before grabbing my sweatshirt and pulling it off. I tug at my T-shirt too, leaving my chest and torso bare. Evelyn looks at me, dark eyes heavy and exhausted. “That’s n-n-nice,” she murmurs around another ferocious tremble, her chin and the curve of her lips barely visible above her blanket cocoon.

She's soooo real for that

“I chose that bar because it was the least crowded place on the street.” Then I saw Evelyn and I didn’t want to go anywhere else. “Plus, everything gets quiet when I look at you.”

SCREAMMMMMMM

“It’s okay to want different things,” she says. “People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.”

GAHHH i needed this

“She’s so used to men treating her like garbage, I don’t think she recognizes when someone has genuine interest in her.”

ME TOO GIRL!! :D

“I’ve never seen trivia like this before,” I say in the general direction of the table. Nova slaps down a sheet of paper that looks like it’s embossed at the bottom, a Sharpie between her teeth. “And you never will again. Let’s kill these motherfuckers.”

Sooooo me!

“Did you find your happy today?” I ground my teeth and shook my head. A quick jerk. “No.” He had hummed once, head tilting to look out over the fields. “You want a hug?” And that had been its own sort of magic, hadn’t it? He hadn’t tried to fix it. Just . . . asked if he could hold me through it.

The dream

“If we do this again, Evie, there’s no running.” His eyes are serious, his body held perfectly still between my open legs. “I don’t want to wake up alone.”

GODDDDD

“You can’t make me come?” He releases my thigh to smack lightly at my ass. Goose bumps erupt on every square inch of my body. “You know I can, honey.”

HEHE

A hiccuping breath slips out of me and a cocky grin hitches up the side of his mouth. “Give it to me.” I grin at him and chase his touch, placing my hand over his to move him just the way I like. “Earn it.”

OH PERIODT

I didn’t realize falling in love could be so simple. Bacon in a take-out container and earplugs in the bottom of a handbag.

Man.

“I’d like to start with the tattoo along his collarbone and work my way down.” I laugh. “No.” “I took a quick screenshot, but he moved. It’s kind of blurry.” “You . . . what?” “I’m gonna frame it and put it on my wall.” “No, you’re not.” “Does he have flowers on one arm and stars on the other? Because that’s pretty devastating.”

SHE'S SOOOOO ME

“I’m starting to think I made a mistake, then,” my dad says quietly, his entire face lined with regret. He blinks quickly and clears his throat, never looking anywhere but right at me. “When I taught you how to love.” Something in my chest fractures. Worse than when Evelyn walked out my greenhouse door. “What?” “If you think love means having to sacrifice bits of yourself to make someone else happy,” he explains. “If you’re afraid to ask after what you want. Maybe I did something wrong.”

CRAZY dialogue