Thrive (Addicted #4)

by Krista Ritchie

“Not that I ever thought about you as just a dick. I mean, I thought you were a dick, but the metaphorical kind. Not the kind I would ride.”

I’m going to love Lily how I want to love her. Overwhelmingly, uncompromisingly.

“But we’re in Earth-616, love. We’re going to have our happy ending. It just may take us awhile to get there.”

People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I’ll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again?

“Rose, not to lecture you at this really sensitive time in your life,” Lo says, “but that’s not how you drink whiskey. And as an expert in liquor, it offends me.” She glowers, one so fierce that my breath dies in my chest. “You’re not an expert in liquor. You’re an alcoholic.”

“Look honey,” Rose says. “We have a sex tape together.” She’s lost it. Officially.

He’s a piece of me. You cut it off, and it’s like going through life with no lungs. That is how deep our love really goes.

We aren’t connected by our addictions. But by our childhood. Souls fused together from the very, very start.

“Life moves too quickly,” he says. “I don’t want to speed through a single moment. Not anymore.”