Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)

by Sara Raasch

“Fuck me,” I groan to my plate. Loch doesn’t hesitate. “Only if you say please.”

Jesus motherfucking Christ in a shithole.

“Kris, you don’t have to figure out who you are in one moment. Certainly not a drunk moment, god, I beg of you. Just start small. See what comes together. Keep making choices because you want them, not because you think anyone expects it or it’ll make someone else happy. None of this is for anyone other than you.”

“You aren’t an awakening,” I whisper. “You’re the whole dawn. And I can’t believe I ever thought I’d seen the sun before you.”