The Way I Hate Him (Almond Bay, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“Because there’s nothing to talk about. It will come across as complaining, and I’m not going to complain about anything. Not when I have a niece without parents who needs to see strong adult figures in her life working to keep her mom’s memory alive.” “Aubree,” I say softly and reach for her hand, but she moves out of the way. “It’s fine.” She takes a deep breath.

Literally SO mf annoying.

“Exactly!” I nearly shout. “And I couldn’t look away. I just kept staring, and I lost it. I lost all will. I kept looking, and last night, fucking hell, last night.” “Dare I ask what happened last night?” “She bombarded me outside by wearing my sweatshirt and cuddling into my side, and we watched the starry night sky, and that’s when I realized how much she smelled like electric sunshine, and I just like her, Ruben, I fucking like her, but I can’t.

EEWWW im sorry im cringing this is giving me the ick nauurrr

“You should go back to bed.” “Why’s that?” she asks. “It’s not safe for you out here.” “Maybe I don’t want safe.” “You do,” I say as I take another swig of tequila, my brain feeling too fucking fuzzy to be close to her. “Or maybe I want to do something dangerous for once.” I shake my head, but she moves toward me and dances her fingers up my chest. “I’m trouble,” I say.

genuinly getting hard to read.