The Nightmare Before Kissmas (Royals and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

“We can feel like we have the best of intentions,” he whispers, “and still cause disaster.”

everything about him is filed to a knifepoint and I suddenly want nothing more than for him to make me bleed.

gurrrrrrrrrl

he’s talking faster; he’s unhinging, and I feel like I’m privy to something holy in watching him lose control—“

“I don’t think our purpose is to prevent all the bad things in the world,” he says. “I think our purpose is to help people endure those things.”

His smile makes me want to swear my soul to whatever god created him.

“I can’t help,” I hardly hear myself, “this insufferable need to find out what it’s like to witness every shade of joy on your face.”