Not in Love (Not in Love, #1)

by Ali Hazelwood

It was intoxicating, having her eyes on him. Her attention felt more precious than gold, stocks, market crash predictions.

Why do you keep doing this, baring the worst, most vulnerable and squishy parts of yourself to me?

He was her servant. Anything she wanted, Eli would do it.

Rue Siebert. Changing his cellular makeup, one solemn look at a time.

“Fair warning: if you don’t stop pushing me, I’m going to bend you over this bench and show you exactly what I’m into.”

What if he did her laundry to silently thank her for some of the best sex of his life?

I’d never felt more beautiful than when he looked at me. Like I was the final prototype of someone’s entire fantasy life.

He was going to keep her. For himself. As long as he could.

“You’re staring.” “Yeah.” He smiled. He was going to look at her until he died or until his eyes wore off, whichever came first.

“Good girl,” he whispered as she shuddered against him, and then, in her ear: “Take it.”

PLEASE 🥵

But I loved the way Eli looked at me like I was something special, something more. Like I could easily exhaust the entire spectrum of his needs. Like he couldn’t imagine looking anywhere else, ever.

I like you when you laugh. I like you when you’re serious. I like you all the damn time.

“If you ask, I’m never going to tell you no. You know that, right?”

If I were able to love someone, I would choose you. In that timeline, I would want it to be you.