If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

Like poison, I tainted everything I touched.

Oh babe, you need therapy

Praise kink. He might have a praise kink. My head spun. Stop thinking about his kinks, Ben, and feed him. He looks hungry.

IM DEAD

“Don’t you mean, hang on tight spider monk—eeeeeeee!”

PLS

And then, low—low enough only I would hear, Robin whispered. “Did I help?” My heart cracked right open then. Right down the middle.

“You’re such a good boy.”

IM DEAD OMG

He looked scared. Of me. He looked scared of me. Oh dear god, what had I done?

Traumatized baby

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with the way you sat down.” “But the chair screeched.” “Chairs do that sometimes.”

Traumatizeddd

choosing to believe in the good isn’t weakness.”

“Good things are worth hurting for.

was the fact that knowing him—for however long I would be blessed to know him—would be worth every resulting heartache.

“If one more person lets me down, I don’t think I’ll make it.”

Okay im sobbing but thats fine

“Roben,” Bubba chimed in, self-importantly. “That’s your ship name.”

Not the ship name again

“You’re allowed to grow, Robin,” Miles added. “To change. And sometimes to grow there’s gotta be hurt along the way.”

This was Trixie.

OH DAMN