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July 3 - July 6, 2024
The guy I’m secretly in love with—the guy who looks at me like I’m his kid sister.
Kit races over to me and yanks me up by the arms, pulling me into his large chest. His grip suffocates me, but I don’t try to pull away. He’s mumbling something into my hair, his hand cradling the back of my head, the rapid thundering of his heart a steady medium in my ears.
get an intoxicating whiff of the bergamot cologne he always wears, which only lightly masks the heady musk of him. I covertly breathe him in, losing myself in his scent, the proximity, the safety of it all.
“Look, Faye, when you called me…I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. I was worried something bad had happened to you, and I was right. I need to know I’m keeping you safe, otherwise I’m going to lose my mind.”
God, I want to kiss her right now. So badly. But I can’t. I can’t, and the pain of it smothers me like a weighted blanket.
Faye’s the embodiment of everything pure in this world, like the furry, white heads of blooming dandelions swirling away in a summer breeze, or the way seafoam laps
Jesus. I want to hug her, touch her. I want to hold her in my arms and never let go.
I just…I care about you. A lot more than I care about most people.
“You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”
“When it’s fun sized and dangerously addictive like you, I am very afraid.”
can’t! I’m so fucking hard right now that I can’t think straight. You do this to me. No other girl does, okay? All of the girls I’ve been with haven’t held a candle to you. You’re all I ever think about, and it kills me that I can’t have you.”
If Faye asked me to make her a dining table from scratch, I’d make her that goddamn table, even with my one woodshop class worth of experience.
“Princess, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I’m crazy about her. So crazy that my heart hurts whenever I remember she’s not mine to have.
“You like the idea of being watched, don’t you? You’re a fucking whore for it.”
that’s all mine, Faye.”
“You’re mine, Faye. Do you hear that? This pretty, pink pussy, this fuckable ass, that perfect, swinging pair of tits, those flawless legs of yours. Everything about you—mine.”
want him forever, out in the open, guilt-free.
Is that what love feels like? And if so, am I destined to live a life smothered in a smog-infused atmosphere?
“But you’re wrong. I’m going to be walking out of here with your cum all over me.”
Kit deserves it. With everything he’s done for me, including jeopardizing his relationship with my brother, he deserves it.
“You’re permanent.”
“I don’t want to be known as the ‘Big Cat’ anymore. I want to be known as yours.”
“I’d annotate an entire library for you if it meant that I got to see you smile.”
But I want to be with you, Faye. I don’t care about the distance or your brother.”
I don’t care how exhausted I am. I will always make time for you.”
nothing in this world—and I mean nothing—is worth losing her. I’ve
“I love you, Faye,” I profess, robbing the breath from her lungs.
I’m going to abuse that greedy cunt of yours until I paint your walls with my cum.”
“You look so good with my spit all over you, but you’d look even better with my cum.”