Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)
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Read between June 21 - July 5, 2025
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So why did I keep ahold of the prince and princess, happy ever after dream, when nothing else in my life was a fantasy? Because marrying her would’ve made you useful, and you have nothing else to offer.
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And I didn’t realize until the very moment of telling Iris I love you that I only loved the idea of a happy ending, not her.
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“Fuck me,” I groan to my plate. Loch doesn’t hesitate. “Only if you say please.”
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He curves down, breaking the height difference in a graceful arc, and rubs his lips across mine. It’s barely a kiss. It’s a question. It’s the start of something, one of those endless lines of possibilities that ripple out from me, only this one gleams and pulses and shows me the way until I get to that realization I’ve been fighting and I stand face to face with it. I want him. God, do I want him.
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I shove onto my toes and kiss him back.
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I know that his kiss tasted like all the dreams I waxed on about in the writing I don’t do anymore, the words I wove while trying to imagine Iris but all I imagined was a fantasy, an ending. He tasted like those fantasies. He felt like those endings. It’s him.
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“I canna handle another mess right now and I should na have opened the door to take on you.” From the moment we met, we’ve been picking at each other. Insults, jabs, even some too-direct accidental hits where I’ve noticed us both immediately backing off in unspoken agreement. This is decidedly not that. He thinks I’m a mess?
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I gape at him, feeling the blood drain from my face, fingertips numb. Loch must realize his own words in seeing my reaction. His eyelids pulse. “Shite. Kris—”
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“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.”
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There is no fantasy, no alternate dimension, no manufactured fictional world where I do not fall for this guy. I mean, our version of post-sex talk is about the structure of art, for Christ’s sake.