Her Way (Kids of The District, #3)

by Nicci Harris

Mainly, that when a woman shows emotion in a field such as ours, shows anger or acts impulsively, it is seen as either hormonal or overly emotional. But when a man does it, it is always simply a show of passion.

So she slapped me, kissed me, and saved my life, and that was all before I even knew her name. What can I say? I like that in a girl.

She is mine. She was mine the moment I saw her five months ago. She’ll be mine ‘til the day I die. But I’ll be hers for even longer.

Time has been cruel to me since the last day I saw him. All my crazies had to die. To cope with the loss of him. They had to die.

“I was fucking selfish,” he whispers. “I want you. I want you slapping me across the face, hitting me with pans.” His voice is coarse and uneven while his arm moves between our bodies, keeping his rhythm. “I want you to be my beautiful distraction from this goddamn chaos I’ve managed my entire fucking life.”

I’m going to find out exactly what that means, old boy, and if my girl wants to shoot you in the face, I’m going to show her how.