Icebound (Boundless Players, #1)

by Meredith Trapp

Anxiety always sharpens my words, making them ready to strike the nearest opposing victim,

all while resenting the anxious monster in my chest, lurking, waiting in the dark. Always waiting. Sometimes it hibernates, and other days, it claws its way out to attack my thoughts. I never know what mood the devious creature will be in, so the only thing I can do is drag myself out of the mental ditch over and over again. No one else can fight my battles. All I want is someone who sees the darkest corners of my soul and doesn’t get scared off by the cobwebs.

“I don’t care if it takes five minutes or five years to make you come on my tongue because every second I get to spend with my head buried between your thighs is pure fucking bliss.”

Giggling 🤭