Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One (King, #5)

by T.M. Frazier

A wicked smile, a bow tie…and a gun.

This man was my savior. He was also anything but.

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.

I motherfucking digress.

When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else. I’m just me. I say what I want to fucking say. I do what I want to do and I don’t fucking apologize for it.”

“We all have scars, my dear.”

“Some of us on our arms.” She pressed her palm over my chest. “Some of us in our hearts.”

But I motherfucking digress.

Again, I motherfucking digress.

Listen, life isn’t about what happened to you in your past, it’s about where you are now and where you’re going. Onward and upward and all that jazz.”

It made sense that his body was built for sin, because the hold Samuel Clearwater had over me was something straight from the depths of hell.

I know he was giving me everything he had in that kiss because I felt it all. His frustration, his sadness, his hurt, his desire, his anger, his confusion, but there was something else there. Something stronger. More powerful. More everything. Above all else, I felt his love. He’d said he couldn’t keep me. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t always be his.

She was the girl I was in love with. The girl I would always be in love with. Until my very last breath.

Love never dies.

I call that place ‘the in-between’ and to me that’s where you and I will always exist.

Overwhelming joy consumed my entire being. How he was alive didn’t matter just then, all that mattered was that he was alive. My Preppy. My Samuel.