The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

I wanted that feeling. To know that your soul was safe in someone else’s hands.

"Someone would be a fool not to wait for you, sunshine."

“You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

Good job, Ari, I told myself. Because it was important to give yourself mental high fives when you were fucking amazing.

“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,”

“You don’t get to look away from me. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.”

I stared at her for a second, trying to find some kind of self control. But alas…there wasn’t any to be found.

I love Ari. So Much.

My eyes widened, because golly gee willikers, I’d died and gone to heaven. Blake had a dirty mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmured, her hand reaching out to stroke down my face. That I’m crazy about you. Mad about you. Obsessed. “That I’ll never let you go,” I answered with a soft, amused smile. Because that was the truth. “I’d like that,” she answered. And I considered it a vow.