Loving the Reaper (Silver Falls University #2)

by Lola King

There isn’t one thing she does that makes her unattractive to me. Not one flaw I don’t accept. Not one quality I don’t want to nurture, and not a weak part of her I don’t want to protect with all my being.

"I would choose you. Even if you weren't worth it. And you would have nothing to prove. I would choose you among a million other people. And anyone would be the luckiest person on this planet if you chose them in return."

"I'm not a good guy. You know that. I'm good to you. Only you, Peach, can be my weakness and my strength. In sixteen years, you've put the biggest smiles on my face, and were the cause of the little tears I shed. Do you have fun doing it? Giving me hope and crushing it in the palm of your hand?"

I can’t help it. Men exist, and I feel the need to challenge them for their audacity of breathing the same air as me.

pretended I cared for things like college, our friends, parties, sports. I put on the mask of the perfect fucking human being so you wouldn't see there's absolutely nothing behind it. I did all of that in the hope that when the time came, you'd finally be mine."

"Years of pretending not to be crazily obsessed so I could slowly lead you to this exact date, and you'd tell me you'd choose me.

"And that's when I understood." He looks at me, smiling shyly now. "Home is a small place. It's the tiniest place. It fits in my heart. It's you. I hope I can be that for you someday too."

I let my thoughts run wild, and a feeling sinks into my bones. I truly think this man would do anything for me. And that if someone could fill the emptiness inside me, it’s him.

"It wasn't me. I offered you forever, and you declined it. I wasn't going to invite you. Obviously, since you were there, the result is different than what I anticipated. But we have an issue with whoever did invite you. So…" His voice is steady, but I'm starting to notice the clench in his jaw. "What was the name on the invite?"

“There’s something about a man who’s good with dogs,” she says, smiling down at my boyfriend. “Why?” I bark as I stop by them. “It reassures you that he can treat a bitch right?”

His eyes are on me when he answers, “It will always be her. Her over anyone else.”

I pause and narrow my gaze at him. "Killing people is one thing, but abandoning a dog is seriously fucked up, Wren."

"Your obsession with me. It's…it's sick," I repeat. He nods, almost proud of himself. "I know. You're an illness inside me, and I never want to be cured."

"I think being a little scared of me can only do you good, Penelope baby. It might stop you from being so careless and putting yourself in more trouble than you can handle."

"But I need you to remember that when I'm like this, when I'm different, you're the only one who's safe from me."

"So take my cock like a good little slut and scream my name when you come, baby."

"I don't know what's happening to me. I feel like you've been eating at my brain with a little spoon and turning me even more twisted than you, but you beat up two guys because they hurt me, and I'm…touched."

I know that for a fact. A fucking scientifical fact. But then why is it that when I kiss her, I suddenly believe I'm capable of understanding things further than science ever has. When I'm with Peach, I'm capable of quantifying and feeling infinity. It's the love I have for her. Infinite.

"Prove it," she sneers. "Crawl to the woman who owns you, Wren."

"Tell me, if I can make a queen beg…does that make me a god?"

That this moment of happiness will never end. It's already been forever for us. And I'm ready to spend another eternity with him.