Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“In the beginning, when I would come see you in the middle of the night, you’d always have your hair like that. Sometimes, you’d have it in one down your back. Other times you’d have a side braid with strands loosely framing your face. And sometimes you’d have two braids. I imagine at some point in our lives, like when we’re old and gray and your bones ache, you would have been too tired to do it yourself, so I taught myself so that I could do it for you.”

“I didn’t know love could be so hard. I feel like no matter what I do, no matter how much I love her, it will never be enough.” “Aye, love is hard. But that’s why we cherish it so much.” He takes my hands in his. “Your happiness means everything to me, you know, and I want what you have with her to last for an eternity.”

“It’s not about the kiss,” she croaks, sucking in a breath through her teeth. “I want you to hold me so bad. I want you to kiss me and I want you to have sex with me and I want to sleep in the same bed with you without wanting to peel off my own skin. But I can’t do any of those things because they took you away from me.”

“Fuck the McLaren. I couldn’t give less of a shit about that stupid car. All I cared about when I saw it was the fact that you weren’t in it.”