Stutter.: Rayne-Moore University (Rayne-Moore University Duet Book 2)

by Ruby M. Darling

I dream of the one missing and let my mind conjure his image as I whisper his name into the dark room, like a mad woman speaking to the walls as flurries of the oncoming snowstorm dance outside of our bedroom window, eerie and silent, a promise of quiet, swift destruction. Because even the most beautiful things can be catastrophic.

he says, “if she brings you peace amongst the chaos, if she seeks to be in your arms even when you’re angry, either of you, if she chooses you over and over again, looks at you like you’re the most interesting creature she’s ever set her eyes upon, even if she has no idea what you’re talking about, and loves you despite what a complete shite you are sometimes, you keep her. And you never let her go. A woman like that only comes once in a lifetime. She will love you so fiercely nothing will ever compare.”

Sometimes, a girl just wants to choke on a fat dick until she’s crying and gagging and told how pretty she looks with a dick in her mouth.

I hope he fucking hurls as soon as he gets home. I hope he can’t sleep, and he tosses and turns and can’t eat. I hope his pillow is warm on both sides and they make his favorite book into a movie – not a series – and ruin it.

“I’m crazy, for sure, baby. But… I’m crazy for you. And only you. I’m near you and I need to be closer. I’m inside of you, and it’s not enough. When I’m away from you, I feel like I’m drowning. But then I see you again and I can finally breathe right. You have totally and completely consumed whatever sanity I had left, and I don’t ever want it back. You’re my heart, baby. Every beat of it is yours.”

If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.

Because I love her enough to know exactly what I have – a fucking treasure, and I’ll never let her go.

“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,”

“I don’t think you understand the maddening effect nor the gravity of this situation, Siren. I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.” He purrs against my skin, sending goosebumps to ripple. I’m afraid to move even though I’m aching. “There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.”

“You are mine, Siren. I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want and love you.”

“Let’s check, shall we? Shh Amourette, I’m a doctor. Let me feel this pretty cunt around me so I can check for bruising.”

Jonas is playing tonight, which is why we’ve let him sleep so much during our flight and in two days, it’s Sofia’s extravagant holiday party. Something Damon is invited to, and I’ll be going as his plus-one. I’ll be meeting the great, John Weston Monroe and his wife, Sofia Paloma-Monroe, my girlfriend’s parents… as her doctor’s boyfriend. What the fuck have I allowed my life to become?

But it takes less than twenty hours before it’s made known to us… that she was right. Simon Hoover wasn’t the last. Because we all get home not even twenty minutes late… and she’s gone. And we all lose our fucking minds.

“I loved you longer…” That may very well be true… but I will love her harder.

I was born with weak lungs, after all.

I love when an author brings it full circle