Don't Be In Love

by Liana Cincotti

“Treacherously so, yes.” Her eyes darted across my face. “So tell me Dorian Blackwood, are you sure?” “I was sure the first night I walked you home,” I exhaled.

jaw. “I adore you, Adelaide Adorno. I love absolutely everything about you.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I love you too.” I groaned. “This may be hotter than the time you buttoned up my dress shirt.” “Kiss me,” she breathed. “Finally.” I leaned down and pulled her in the rest of the way.

I could do this for a lifetime. Hold her. Kiss her. Paint her. Listen to her breathe.

I didn’t have to ask why. It’d take time for me to earn her trust. I understood. I wanted more for her than myself.

“Just give it a try. If you’re unhappy after a month or two months or two years, then we’ll pivot. You lead and I’ll follow.”

“If her and her daughter were leaking information about you and Dorian the whole time to the press, then I doubt she wrote you a reference.” “I still can’t believe Victoria’s her daughter.” Brina shivered. “So weird.”

Watching them, I realized exactly what it must’ve felt like to have a scrapbook made for you. Because I was looking at one in motion.

There was something beautiful about falling in love with the uncertainty of life.

this. It felt like every touch and movement was another version of him saying I love you. His lips were soft and demanding. And he tasted like butter.