Collided (Dirty Air, #2)

by Lauren Asher

Any book lover has at least five they can name off the top of their head.”

The design is hauntingly beautiful, just like him, a man too old and too wicked for someone like me.

“You’re no princess. You’re a motherfucking queen.

And most of all, I hate how much I love every second of his attention.

Here I thought you were perfect,

“More like someone sent from the gates of heaven to tempt me,”

Sophie’s gorgeous without trying.

“I think about a blond woman who’s too damn afraid to admit she wants to be there with me,

she hides behind friendship because she doesn’t want to face the truth.

I find you too fucking irresistible.”

I can’t get you out no matter how hard I try, no matter how many times you call me a friend.

“Everyone knows the books are better than the movies or TV shows.” “Says who?” “Says everyone who reads books!”

“But remember this. I want to get to know all of you, including the parts you’re too scared to share. I want to learn about the man no one else knows. So give me every part of you because I’m not here to piece you back together. I like you too much, just the way you are, broken parts and all.”

You’d be easy to fall in love with until you walk away, breaking my heart in the process.”

“I bought you a present. I saw it in a store and thought of you.”

“I’ll always make time for you.

“Not really. Mind repeating it, love?”

everything in my life is temporary.

“Because I care about you.

“You, Sophie Marie Mitchell, are right where you belong.

Liam claims me piece by piece with a kiss alone, owning my heart and my lips.

“My beautiful angel. Too wicked for heaven, too good for hell.”

all for the blond-haired, green-eyed woman invading my brain every single day.

it hurts like a bitch to know I want what I can’t have.

They remind me of our expiration date, of him slowly becoming my everything while I’m his temporary distraction.

Why do things that feel amazing hurt us the most?

I pretend the thought never happened. Seems easier than admitting I’m growing attached to Sophie.

“Quit flirting with my girl.” Two words make my heart clench. My girl.

I really like him. Like really, really like him.

“Besides the fact that they’ll become as obsessed with you as I am?

my Bandini princess

turn toward the girl who captured my attention months ago and never let go.

Liking Sophie is kind of like jumping out of a plane. Exhilarating, addicting, and damn near impossible to forget.

Despite his inability to decide if he loves me, I still love him with everything inside me.

I crave everything with her.

no fucker comes near what’s mine.

“I love you. I have for months, but you’ve been too blind to see it, unable to acknowledge me and my feelings. To see me.”

She deserves the world, and until I can guarantee that I can give it to her, I don’t deserve to hang in her orbit.

I want my friend back, but most importantly, I want her back. All of her.

I love you more than racing itself.

spending a week without you is fucking torture.

She’s mine, the end.

But I can’t announce anything until I get the girl. Without her, there’s no point.

“I love you so fucking much. I never want to go another day without saying it or a moment without you knowing it.

Watch our child’s first kart race (either gender because feminism rules).

“I can’t believe you’re moving here. Like for real.” He sends me a breathtaking smile. “Anything for you.”