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She’d been here a day and a half, and I was already fucked.
Nothing could ever happen between Beryl and me, even if she ever hinted at wanting it. For multiple reasons. Not just because of the living situation. I had to remember that. She was human. I was a demiurgus. We didn’t fit. Even though… fuck, it felt like we’d fit. It felt like we’d be so good.
If she still wanted me to keep holding her like this, I’d sooner have all my limbs torn off by wild animals than willingly let go. This might be the only chance I got to be this close to her. I was going to cling to it for as long as possible.
I liked him. As more than a friend. I really liked him. I really, really liked him. How could I not? How could anyone not? He was just… wonderful.
He looked so handsome. And familiar. And safe. All I wanted to do was bury myself against him and breathe him in.
Greid yawned again and rubbed his eye with a fist, and god, I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go. I wanted to take care of him.
This sweet, kind demiurgus who’d given me so much—who’d given me freedom. But that wasn’t the reason why I wanted this with him. It wasn’t a trade. I just wanted him.