This Could Be Us (Skyland, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

“If you’re that horny,” he says, turning to glower at me, “you have a battery-operated solution in your bedside table.”

is he fr????

“That’s unfair. Why are you trying to make me feel bad for wanting to save our sex life? To revive this marriage? I understand if—” “You don’t understand a damn thing.” “I understand if,” I resume, carefully laying out my next words, “you’re having trouble in that area. Sometimes as men age—” “I’m forty, Sol,” he fires back. “Not eighty. You ever think maybe the problem isn’t with me, but with you?” “What do you mean?” “Women’s bodies change.”

SOMEONE PUNCH HIM DAMN

She’s stronger than she looks. I bet many underestimate her. I won’t make that mistake.

All loves aren’t created equal. Some spring from the earth and wrap around and twine through our souls like vines. Some are plants that start with tiny seeds in your heart and blossom over time, nurtured by years and commitment.

There aren’t enough sonnets for friendship. Not enough songs for the kind of love not born of blood or body but of time and care. They are the ones we choose to laugh and cry and live with. When lovers come and go, friends are the ones who remain. We are each other’s constants.

“You accept a man shitting on you,” she used to say, “he’ll make himself at home. There’s no three strikes. You use me, take me for granted, you prove you don’t deserve to be in my life.”

If Edward were standing in front of me, I might chop his dick off and hang his balls from my rearview mirror as souvenirs of how I felled him. How I unmanned him.

“Are you always so sure?” I ask, half laughing, half really wanting to know. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so certain.” “There’s one thing I’m not sure what to do about,” he says, his gaze intense and unwavering on my face. Somehow I know he means me.

YES GAWDDD

The email opens up and I do a double take. It’s a notification from my bank that I’ve received ten thousand dollars from… “Hen,” I whisper. “What did you do?” “Same thing you’d do for me if I was about to lose my house and you had the money.” She looks up from her phone, the regal lines of her face softening.

I LOVE THIS FRIEND GROUP SHUT UP

“I love you, Soledad Charles.” He squeezes me, his eyes brimming with respect and adoration. “I’m so damn proud of you, sweetheart.”