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He’s bad boy hot. The kind of hot you shouldn’t want, but you do. I mean, I don’t. Some people do.
“What’s the matter, Volkov? Get lost on the way to the underworld?” “No.” He closes the door behind him. “I found it just fine.”
Lmao
Fuck. Now she’ll be in the room beside mine, sharing a bedroom wall with me. Sleeping a few feet away from me.
Oh DARN hehehehe
The doctor smiles the whole way up the stairs. This is pissing me off. I don’t like it when she smiles. I can’t look away and my stomach feels weird.
“Stop rooting for us. There is literally nothing to root for.”
Lol
find an illustration of the flowers, blooms the size of coins. Blue Tansy—hostile thoughts, declaration of war.
LMAO
Hockey players shouldn’t wear tuxes. It makes them look too hot.
“Yes, Hellfire, I remember what happy feels like. When we divorce, I’m sure I’ll feel it again.”
Lmao
“So tiny. Like a baby carrot.”
Im dying lmao
“We need to go in costume.” I unzip the bag and recognize the superhero costume in an instant. “Batman? Do you have a mask kink or something?” “What’s the kink called where I don’t want to look at your face?”
Lol
I feel the curve of his lips on my shoulder. Just once, I wish I could see him smile. I bet it would blow my mind.
Some sad, limp, listless part of my mind croaks detached, while the devil inside me rolls her eyes. How can I stay detached when he does things like this?
His mouth tilts. “Italy.” I stare at him. “I have a place there,” he explains.
What kind of perfection is this?!!!
“Someone say it.” Jordan lifts her eyebrows. Darcy raises her hand. “I volunteer as tribute. He loves you.”
Lol
He’s not supposed to be funny. He’s not supposed to be a good cook and buy me pretty things and say I like you or you’re cute
I miss having him around. Without him, the house feels empty and cold. Life feels a little more dull.
“What if you had the right person?” He searches my eyes. “Someone to share the work and support you in the way you need. A partner. Fifty-fifty.”
Deep in my brain, everything locks into place. I am never letting her go. I’ll give her all the time and space she needs, but I will never give up on the woman I love. Georgia is mine.
“You deserve to be spoiled.” “Can you imagine saying that a few months ago?” He looks up, hand encircling my ankle. “I didn’t know what I was missing, Hellfire.”
He kisses me once, twice, three times. “I was trying to give you time and space. I didn’t want to rush you.” “Rush me.” My heart beats harder than ever, and my hands thread into his hair, tugging him down to me for another kiss.
“I’ll beg for you, Hellfire, I don’t care anymore. You own me.”
“The beauty of feminism is that you can do whatever you want.”
