Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Does it not bother your back, Koen?” “You mean, the supermassive weight of my ego? No, it does not.” “Oh, come on. How did you know—” “You’re gonna have to come up with more creative insults than that, Serena.”

Him finishing her roasts

“Please. Let me make you pretty.” “I’m already pretty. I’m fucking stupendous.” I sigh. “Oh, if only you could use suppositories to—” “To cure my malignant narcissism?” How does he always know?

Her laughter adjusts the spin of his atoms.

He easily resigned himself to a lifetime without her, but… Simply put, he is unwilling to contemplate a universe in which she no longer exists.