My Favorite Bad Decision (The Favorites, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

the youngest member of the family came off like a bitter war veteran who’d seen some shit and had nothing left to lose.

I’ve never seen more beautiful hair in my life, but that’s always how it was with Kit—some girls had one amazing feature, one amazing quality, but she possessed all of them. The loveliest hair, the poutiest lips, the bluest eyes, the best laugh, the smartest comebacks. Her mother and Maren were both famed for their looks, but she somehow made them look plain when she entered the room.

I ran him off because I couldn’t stand not having him for myself, and I kept right on wanting him for years and years.

“This isn’t done, Kit,” he whispers as he releases me. “Get through whatever is going on up there and then come back to me because this isn’t done. I can’t fucking stand for it to end here.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a decade. You really think I wouldn’t wait two more weeks?”