Fall For Us

by Samantha Bee

This man really could take my whole ass identity. I don’t think I’d even care. As long as he doesn’t look at my Kindle library. Anything but that.

The rest of the world could have burned and they probably wouldn’t have even noticed as long as they had each other.

No one has ever loved me that way. As if I was their sun, the center of their universe.

Or how I can barely follow her train of thought as her mind bounces from one thought to the next, only vocalizing half of them. It leaves me bewildered how we got to a topic, and yet utterly entranced that we did. Adoration is not a feeling I had ever experienced before my little rabbit. Love, affection, desire, even possessiveness I’ve all felt for Jude and West, but neither of them could bring about this same wistful adoration, only Berlyn.

Tonight, we go to her house, and soon we won’t ever leave.

We do own it, after all.

Being stalked isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I glare at the book I finished last night. It’s definitely not what my romance books make it out to be.

The bar is in hell obviously.

My stalker cares enough to color match the gifts he leaves behind. It’s adorable.

Wouldn’t that be something? The man I’ve been secretly crushing on being secretly obsessed with me.

Who needs a spooky season when your head is already a house of horrors?

They could completely own me. Mind, body, and soul. And I’ve never felt freer.

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

“They never felt like the ugliest parts of myself,” she sighs, “To me they weren’t ugly, just born from the most broken pieces of me.”

“Dark romance books have always been the place where I found those pieces of myself reflected in the pages. The pieces no one else wanted were highlighted and celebrated in those books. Loved.”

It’s always been the broken paths in my mind where I was at risk of getting lost or drowning.