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“I’m never going to let you go, London King.” And I don’t want him to.
This island is eating me alive, day by day, hour by hour. We are all slowly disintegrating.
If I can explain this island in one word, it would be quiet. The silence is almost as suffocating as the vast expansiveness that lays around us.
Kissing Micah at the cove made me feel the way I did with Chris—where my body was alive, but my mind knew how wrong it was. Giving my body what it wants but nothing of what it needs. Making me feel so fucking alive it hurt. It hurt so much. And then… and then it ruined me.
“I don’t hate you, London,” he breathes, and a beat of silence goes by before I hear him say, “and that’s part of the problem.”
Maison is sweet, gentle, and warm. Micah’s withdrawn, moody, and cocky beyond belief—everything I despise in a guy. And yet, when he looks at me, my insides explode. His touch still gives me the same jolt as that first lunchroom encounter when I saw him for the first time.
When all your possessions are stripped away from you, and you’re broken down to bare humanity, emotions are all we have.
“Is there anything wrong with wanting someone to take care of and protect? I like to take care of the ones I love, London.”
“I can see the way he looks at you, London. Just remember though, baby, Micah doesn’t do feelings the way I do. When you fuck him, make sure you don’t fall for him.”
“We share everything, baby; we always have.”
“You feel like fucking heaven, London,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my ear. “I wish you were mine.”
Imagine every thought, feeling, or emotion known to humanity, and then multiply your hunger, thirst, pain, desire, rage, love, and fear by a thousand. That’s how living on this island feels.
The possibility of each day being my last increases my intensity for everything.
Barbaric. This island is making us savage.
“I’m not sure what you’re worse at, being quiet or lying. Although you seem to be pretty good at lying to yourself.”
You’re mine, baby. Whether you want me is irrelevant now.”
“I’m addicted to you, London, and not in a good way. My addictions aren’t healthy, they never were.
“For once, I need someone to choose me, to make me feel like I’m fucking worthy of being on this earth.
I love him. And I hate him. I love both of them.
I despise him beyond measure for how he makes me feel, and I love him so fully, my bones ache.
I think this pretty little island is going to kill me.
“If you knew how much I fucking love you, London, it would scare the living shit out of you. It would tear you to shreds. I know I don’t deserve you, but you’re mine now. No one else matters but you.”
