Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)

by Sara Raasch

There’s a moment. Where I’m staring at the door. And I think to myself, This is my rock bottom. But I might as well find out what the full depth of my rock bottom looks like. Maybe there’s something interesting down here, like my dignity.

HE LIVES!! kris. KRIS. surely you have five minutes to text back your king and brother KRISTOPHER pretty sure this is treason

He tastes like vanilla and bitter hops and I’m gulping him in the way I drank up the frigid breeze from the car window. Like it could shock the thoughts from my head, the stress from my body, the chaos from my soul.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about for weeks. The only thought in my head is what your face will look like when I take you apart—like this, like this right now, you’re perfect.”

“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.”

We’re here. We have all day. I showed you part of my soul and we’re next to a bed. So kiss me, you idiot, and be with me.”

I throw my arms around his waist and arch into it and this is a form of wooing too, this is a conversation in the way his nails stroke across my scalp and hold me to him—I’m sorry, I’m sorry—and the way my hands cut up under the hem of his coat and clamp to his spine—I came back, I came back.

A laugh cracks out of me and I arch down to kiss him, embracing a happiness so potent that it becomes an immediate counterweight to every dark cloud of anxiety or panic I’ve ever felt. Not erasing them, not numbing them; balancing, so I see myself in a full spectrum between the two extremes, darkness to light and everything in between.