A Love Most Fatal (Morelli Family, #1)

by Kath Richards

Punctuality is important to me, it really is. I’m just not always very good at it.

Real

Her smile is everything to me, like it might make my brain melt the way her cheeks push up her eyelids and she tries to keep her lips closed.

Vanessa is hot, like stupid hot. She is hotter than me, I am aware. I would probably have to be an Avenger, or a fucking vampire to be as hot as she is.

She’d sent back a “Haha” and I overanalyzed it for an hour.

Same

I don’t know how to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman, monster or not, that I’ve ever seen, and with every day that passes in her presence, I’m increasingly certain that there’s hardly a bad or cruel or monstrous thing about her.

😭😭😭

I see a little journal and I want to read it so bad. I want to crawl around in her brain and study her messiest handwriting and read her words out loud to myself to see how her thoughts feel coming from my mouth.

Wowow I love this

“You know what I am,” Vanessa says. “I do. I think you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”