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If I wasn’t so pissed off with my current reality and was thinking clearer, maybe I’d run from this devil who shines with a deceptive celestial glint. Who am I kidding? I’ve never wanted to plummet to the depths of Hell more.
She doesn’t care what the expectations are or what she’ll encounter, just that she isn’t considered to be in the most category—a nod to the thunderous spirit that drives me wild.
I’m not one to settle. If I can’t have the blaze I desire, I’d rather celebrate a life of ashes than fool myself into believing the warmth of an ember is enough.
He’s showing me to my room, in his house, where I will live as his wife with a separate bedroom and three other male roommates. This is the dumbest idea I’ve ever considered.
“You’re the one I need, Ivy.” Holy mother of Moses. I’m tattooing that sentence—along with his scent and touch and rasp—on my soul.
“Are you going to use me for whatever it is you need and get rid of me? Because I deserve to know that.” “I have no intention of ever getting rid of you, Ivanna. That’s what you should be concerning yourself with.”
Gage, do not let me hear one more goddamn comment that could be even mildly offensive to Ivy. You will apologize, and in the future you won’t so much as sneeze in her presence without excusing yourself and begging for her forgiveness.
But as devastating as Gavin Wells is in his three-piece attire or even his jeans and blazer and three-thousand-dollar belt, shirtless and wet ruined me forever.
He tastes like cotton-candy transgressions. Sugarcoated sin.
Her tears make me fucking stupid. And her joy makes me dumber.
“Anyone can be the light when the sun is shining. It takes a goddamn force to strike with a crash so bright that even the outlines of the raging clouds are illuminated.”
“Liam, I love you like a brother, but if you value your life, you’d be wise to keep your fucking hands off my wife.”
He tastes of strawberry candy, safety, and dominance. The blurring of right and wrong.
“I don’t usually repeat myself, but for the sake of clarity, this is it. You’re mine now. Every part of you. You’ve been mine from the start, but now, you know it too. Understand?”
“Favorite food? Color? Side of the bed?” I stir while grabbing a knife for the butter. “Lasagna. Whatever shade of blue your eyes are at any given moment. And nearest to the door.”
If I could live only one snippet of life, it would be a string of endless Octobers.
“I like the way you see me—that’s all,”
“I do see you, Ivy. Amazing, brilliant, and beautiful in every goddamn way. My good girl.”
“Now, take out my cock and let me fuck you like a good little slut.”
“That’s a stretch,” I snarl. “It’s all a stretch, sweet pea. Your life is like a drunken one-night stand when you wake up stranded without your clothes.”
Gavin Wells isn’t my hero or my villain. He’s my ghost.
Ivy can be terribly difficult to eradicate after all. You might say I’m simply doing my part to accomplish what they began. But the thing about burning ivy—the poisonous kind—is that those plumes of smoke release toxic spores, harmful to anyone who comes into contact with it. They might not have factored that in.
“She’s brilliant and a little scary.”
I’m swaddled in a lung-suffocating bulletproof vest and adorned head to toe with weapons, like a psychotic assassin. And you know, I hope they see me fucking coming because if I’m going to unload a mag of rage into someone, I want them looking me in my eyes when I’m doing it. Like I’m a badass gangster.
I’m actually just a girl who grew up with pigtailed braids and family dinners and a healthy interest in superhero movies.
I never grasped the darkness in my mind because he tinted it with so much light.
