Contractual Obligations (Aisle and Error, #1)

by Elle Rivers

“I’m aware it’s a trivial form of media and that I should probably be focusing on my image, but I’m sick and I really want to watch a complete asshat die and laugh at him while he does it.” “That is . . . a very eloquent way to put it.”

Was food a love language?

You can come to my house. I have sweet tea.” “I’ve never had sweet tea.” “Well then,” she said, “you definitely need to come over.”

“If that is what she thinks,” he began slowly, “then I’ve failed her as a husband, and I’ll spend every day attempting to make up for it.”

“I’ve never . . . you know, come for anyone else.” Sebastian blinked, and then he turned red. “That’s a shame. You’re beautiful when you do it.”

Fantasy is too much world building for my pea brain.”

Me reading Crescent City

The character I based off of Sebastian? He hit Rohanda. God, I made him his father without even realizing it.

“Lily, you haunt my dreams,” he said. “When I close my eyes at night, I see you, dressed in whatever the fuck you want to be in, whatever weight you are at. Any time I see any curve of you, any amount of skin, I want to touch it, with my hands, with my tongue. I don’t care what. I want you.”

“Did you want that salad?” he asked. “What do you think?” I muttered. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “It’s fine,” I said. He leaned in. “They have pie. I’ll get you a slice and we can meet by the bathrooms.” “That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

“I have an IUD, mom.” “Of course you do,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Even though they don’t give those out to women who’ve never had a child.”

“Sebastian, you do know that if I do this, I’m ruining your father’s company.” “I don’t care,” he said. “Let it burn.