Truly Madly Deeply (Forbidden Love, #1)

by L.J. Shen

“Look at you. With the sun on your skin, freckles everywhere, mouth red as a cherry. My dick swells just from knowing you and I share the same zip code. Whenever you speak, all I can do is stare at your mouth and imagine it wrapped around my cock. You’re a shiny apple, and do you know what people do to shiny apples?” His nose glided down mine, and I could almost feel them. His pouty, perfect lips. “What?” I croaked. “You eat them.” We were chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. “To the core.”

“I just can’t stand the idea that you hate me. I don’t know why. I just can’t.” “I don’t hate you.” He couldn’t help himself. He raised his hand and picked at the string of my bikini, careful to avoid my skin, rolling the thin material between his thumb and finger. We both watched, transfixed. “I so don’t hate you it’s not even fucking funny.”

“You’re always pretty, but especially when you lie.”

“Your broken is still the most whole thing I’ve seen.”

“Well, normal people are boring, and ordinary and average are fucking synonyms. Who wants to be that?”

My own personal sun, shining too bright and too hot.

“Y-you fell in love with me?” I stepped forward, my eye tic out of control. I didn’t care. I never cared when Row and Dylan were privy to them. “I didn’t fall.” He omitted a sharp, irritated huff. “You fucking tripped me.”

“Dot?” “Hmm?” “Shut up.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Make me.” “Baby, thought you’d never ask.”

“Still,” he said bitterly. “Forever and always. I never stopped, and I’m tired of trying to hate you. To look for flaws instead of enjoying all the good parts. You bewitched me, and if I can’t have all of you, I don’t want scraps. I’m not half-assing what we are.” He took a quick breath. “My heart has two rooms, and you occupy both.”