Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

“Oh, sweetheart.” My belly swoops at the endearment. His tone lives somewhere between sympathy and amusement. “If you don’t think that I’m very aware of your presence, always, you have no idea what’s going on.”

“Why?” “Scarlett.” He drags me down to him. Kisses me slowly, lingering, like getting enough of this, of me, is a concept not translatable in his language. “You know why.”

The way I went weak into my knees when I read this 😭🥹🤌🤌🤌

“You know it, don’t you?” he asks. “What?” “From the very start, you had all the power. From the very start, I was in the palm of your hand.”

OKAY we hear you ✍️✍️✍️