Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.

I learned how to feel it. How to feel the bad, the unknown, the uncomfortable. Feel it. Let it live. Let it die. Let it go. Right now, the bad is alive. It will be alive longer than I want it to be. But if I don’t feel it. If I don’t let myself accept Luther’s words, then I’ll never move on.

And I let it live. I let the hurt fill my chest, same as the oxygen. Because the pain is true. The pain is as alive as I am. But it won’t beat me. Won’t defeat me. It will just hurt me.