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

by Meghan Quinn

“And for the record,” I say loud enough in case anyone wants to listen. “You’re terrible at giving oral, you couldn’t find my clit if it knocked you on the nose, and your penis is crooked, and not in a good way. It felt more like trying to wrangle a bent pencil in my vagina than getting pounded by a beefy salami.”

I want her to stay here, staring into the fire with me until the early morning starts to rise.

Fuck, don’t kiss me, Hattie. Please don’t fucking kiss me. I won’t be able to stop you. I won’t be able to stop myself.

I think it takes a big man to recognize when they’ve fucked up and the changes they’ve made to avoid making that mistake again.