Enemies With Benefits (Loveless Brothers, #1)

by Roxie Noir

“They’re called arancini,” he says, pronouncing it errran-cheenee. “They’re Italian. Sicilian, I think. It’s mozzarella in the middle of a ball of risotto, covered in breadcrumbs and deep fried.”

“They’ll be closing up for a while. I brought a book, they won’t mind,”

“You know what I’ve gotten really into lately?” I ask her. “Using conditional formatting to color cells.

I start crying again. I don’t know how the hell I haven’t cried all the liquid in my body out today, but apparently there’s more.

Part of me wants to be angry forever and hurt forever and nurse my wound until I’m a crazy old woman living in a cave on a mountain, incessantly telling the birds about the man who broke my heart one time.