Stutter. (Rayne-Moore University, #2)

by Ruby Darling

taking the mug, my mood dipping again at how delicious it is. Brewed to annoying perfection. The prick.

I hope his pillow is warm on both sides and they make his favorite book into a movie – not a series – and ruin it.

I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.”

“There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.”

Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home.

“You exquisitely sweet little monster, let me repeat myself. If I’m ever too gentle or stern or serious with you it’s because I treasure you entirely too much, and with everything you have ever faced, you deserve to be treated like I love you because I do. I am irrevocably fucked for you. I’m sure I’ve heard the word ‘demented' thrown around here and it’s because I am. For you.

“Thanks, Daddy.” “Your throat, my punch, Jonas.”