The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1)

by S.T. Abby

“Are you constantly worried about the intentions of others? Or is it an extreme feminist position that keeps you on edge about a man doing something as mediocre as paying for your coffee and muffin?”

YOU WOULDNT GET IT

“If you ever want help feeling alive, call me. I could use some life as well.”

mm okay sir

“More than I care to admit. Women prefer to tell me how they feel, as opposed to me pointing it out. I’ve tried to stop, but can’t. Consider it a weird personality quirk. I was hopeful with you; you seem to do the same thing.”

I’m busy feeling like an ass, so I just nod. I really don’t trust my mouth to be any less stupid than this incredibly awkward wave that I’m still doing. It’s like my hand has lost touch with my brain, and the damn thing is still waving.

We’re so terribly mismatched that it’s not even funny.

Serial Killer x FBI agent 😍

I don’t get inside their heads. I crawl into their psyche.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

For the record, I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” “Then why did you tell me?” she scolds. “Because I want you to be someone one day.”

I’m just the typical American woman. Or is it the typical American Psycho?

subtlety

I’ve come to realize she’s just like me. Solitary but not devoid of possibilities.

haphazardly