Limerence (Fated Fixation, #1)

by H.C. Dolores

“Well, it’s quite simple. I killed him because I woke up Tuesday morning and felt like it.”

“And here I thought you were the kind of person who’d find all that attention more obnoxious than appealing.” He shrugs. “I do, but it’s your discomfort I find appealing.”

Because I am not holding a Swim Your Way to Victory, Adrian! sign. There, in big, swirly letters, my sign says: Adrian Ellis is a killer

“You pulled out that pitiful little rose, and you had all this stunned excitement on your face. For him. For someone else.” My breath catches. “Adrian –” His jaw ticks. “It was fucking revolting.”

“You’re not worried about what I might do? I could decide to suddenly cut off your blood flow here.” He suckles on my pulse like he’s trying to brand his mark onto the most delicate part of my body forever. “I could tear out your throat even.” I inhale sharply. He could. I know that he could, and yet – “You won’t.”