Ick Factor (Seasons of Revenge, #4)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“I want you to be mine, Katrina,” he says, and my pulse stops. “But if I can’t have that, I want you to be you.”

I’m also not sure what to do when I feel him press his lips into my hair and whisper, “I’ve learned to trust your brand of crazy.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t get a shot in. You’d cause some damage, and I’d rather not have to visit you in prison. Conjugal visits don’t sound that fun, in my opinion,”

“The amount I like to fuck you, I don’t think the DOJ would allow.”

I tiptoe away to find Theo, my boss, my love, my coconspirator, so we can begin to plan.

I wonder if that’s why I love him, why I’ve fallen for him against all odds. He doesn’t tell me there’s nothing to be scared of, doesn’t say I’m being silly. He doesn’t even try to comfort me or ask me to clarify. He just tells me it’s okay, that my feelings are valid. He lets me trust my gut, lets me feel anything I’m feeling, then helps me work around it, not through it, when I’m ready.