Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

Jaxon doesn’t need to know I was only crying because I had just realized—knee-deep in Red (Taylor’s Version)—that Taylor Swift will, one day, stop making music, and I’ll no longer have a soundtrack to my life. Yes, I was on my period, thank you for asking.

“Not Jesus,” he murmurs. “But I guess this is my second coming.”

“I’m such a slut for displays of violence, and I don’t even know why. And when Emmett comes home with a black eye or a split lip?” She whistles. “Bend me over, slap my ass, and fuck the feminist right out of me, you know?”

You know I love when you catch an attitude problem. I’m hard as fuck right now, and you can’t even tell.”

You asked to be loved, deserved it, and he failed to do it. He never deserved you, honey. Not an ounce of you. Not at seventeen, not at twenty-six, and not for the rest of your life or his.” His eyes move between mine. “You deserve better. So much fucking better. Got it?”

“You’re the only person whose opinion of yourself matters, Jaxon. Stop worrying about being enough for other people. Be enough for yourself.”

Oh, fuck. My coochie’s awake.

DRESSED FOR REVENGE (SPOILER ALERT: I’M NAKED)

“Life’s been beautiful since you walked into it, Lennon. Doesn’t matter what it looks like, because through it all, I’m only gonna be looking at you.”