How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)

by Jeneane O'Riley

and a rosebush that farted

Lol what?

I wiggled my loose wisdom tooth back and forth with my tongue,

Ew

a new nervous habit I had picked up. I swore I would get it pulled soon before it grew more painful, but I never found the time, and the thought of being all loopy from anesthesia made me nervous. Next month.

Why is this a need to know detail?

shifting my loose wisdom tooth back and forth in a nervous frenzy.

Ew

He was literally getting off on my fear.

Ew

Since when was I attracted to a jaw?

Girl why are you attracted to anything?! He is trying to kill you.

Somehow it was so much more unsettling and demented to have your mind be physically attracted, even a tiny bit, to the villain that was about to destroy you.

LMAO! You think?!

“I’ve recently decided I don’t like others touching my things, touching what’s

mine.” His deep voice was barely above a whisper as he continued to clean the dagger and sheath it at his side.

“Until this moment, I didn’t know you could crave something you’ve never wanted.”

Then when her body had softened in response to me—when her muscles slackened, and the flame in her eyes settled at the touch of my hands—I was lost to her.

Yas poo

It was as if a part I had never before utilized

suddenly began to function. The thought of her soft, yet dangerous, body sleeping on the hard floor bit into my soul like a knife, and the next thing I knew, I was giving her a blanket—my blanket—to sleep on!

Fall in love

“Because if you’re not dead, I fear I will leave everything to follow you.”

“If you die tonight and I never get to tell you, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

She was mine.

I knew in that very moment I was so deeply in love with her, and she would be the one thing capable of my demise. The weak point in my unbreakable armor. I stared at her, and it scared me to death. It

scared me to death what I wouldn’t do for her.

You have no idea the level of pain I will feel when you are gone forever.

“I can lose everything, but not you. I can’t lose you,” he whispered so quietly I knew I wasn’t meant to hear.

“How does it feel?” he said, breathing heavily. “To know that I love you and that you have doomed me? That you and only you have the power to disarm and debilitate me. That you, a human, have dismantled every part of me and rebuilt it as a shrine in your honor.”