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To loving every version of yourself, even the ones you want to leave behind.
It was funny how a life-changing moment for one person was nothing more than a blip on the news for someone else.
I want people to remember me as I was. Healthy. Talented.” Her voice cracked on the next word. “Whole.”
Some men were gentle; others were aggressive. Everyone had their own technique, and Asher kissed the way he played—skilled, dominant, and so thorough in his approach that it left me dizzy.
“He’s really not that bad.” “That’s what the Victorians said about adding boric acid to milk.”
“What do you mean, dinosaur erotica?” Asher’s palpable shock made me giggle. “Like they have sex with dinosaurs? How is that physically possible?” “I don’t know. I haven’t actually read one,” I admitted. “But my favorite author recommended a book by someone called…” I squinted at my Notes app. “Wilma Pebbles? It’s called Triceratops and Threesomes—stop laughing! And give me my phone back!”
ADIL What the hell have you been doing in London? ADIL Also, do you think triceratops fuck with their horns? Noah Wilson left the conversation.
Some days, it was a struggle just to get out of bed. I was constantly at war with my body, my emotions, and everything that should’ve been on my side but wasn’t. I was exhausted.
I hated that I’d played a part in her discomfort. I’d pay any amount of money to take away her pain—not just her physical ones, but the mental and emotional ones too. But money couldn’t buy peace. I, of all people, knew that.
I’d never bathed anyone before, but the intimacy of it destroyed me more than sex. To have Scarlett trust me enough to take care of her when she was at her most naked and vulnerable…it was a gut punch in the best way possible.
“I read the book you recommended.” Adil reached into his pocket and brandished a small paperback featuring a colorful cover of a half-naked redhead and two massive, scaly reptiles. “Triceratops and Threesomes. Hey, it was good!” he shouted over an outburst of laughter and jeers. “Bruv, what are you reading?” “Are those dinosaurs?” “What kind of kinky shit are you into?”
How thoughtful do you want us to be? We’re literally reading about dinosaurs fucking
“He’s hot.” My head snapped toward her. “Who? Markovic?” “Yeah. In a scary, I-might-kill-you-after-I-fuck-you sort of way. But it works. What?” she said defensively when I arched my eyebrows. “I have a thing for bad boys.” “Sometimes, you worry me.”
