Tryst Six Venom (Tryst Six, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

rocking the boat puts everyone on board in danger.” But that’s what boats are built for.

I gaze down at my classmate, my teammate, and the only thing I ever look forward to anymore.

Tryst Six, they’re called. There are six siblings, and I can only assume the Tryst part comes from their mother, Trysta. They even have an adorable little logo. Insert eye roll.

Liv Jaeger has been a bloody nuisance since the day I met her, but sometimes I’m not even sure what bugs me so much about her. She stays in her lane, doesn’t she? But I love pushing her. I love it like nothing else.

Sometimes I feel like I want her to know me. Sometimes I don’t want her to know anything but me. And other times, I’m glad she doesn’t have a clue.

It’s like being in her orbit, I can feel the shine, too. I feel bigger with her close.

“So busy collecting stones.” She tsks. “You’re missing the diamonds.”

There’s no love here, but that didn’t matter, did it? The hate turned me on. Jesus, I’m fucked up.

“I dread the anticipation of pain more than the pain, don’t you?” she says in a low voice. “Most people don’t know when it’s coming. It’s worse when you know it’s coming.”

“Refusing yourself the things you need to feel alive only brings two consequences: detriment or death. We would break.”

“I’m not gay,” she says quietly, and I have to strain to hear her over the rain. “I’m just in love with you.”