Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

I miss Chloe; I'm afraid of my parents; I have a fiancée; I'm in love with Lilith; I might be in love with Ransom. I'm a fucking mess.

“Will you draw me tonight?” I add, pulling my mouth back just a fraction of an inch. “Why?” she asks, not like she's judging, more like she's curious. “Because,” I say, stepping back as the others rejoin us, “I want to see what my pain looks like through your eyes.”

Slowly, slowly, slowly our little group is healing together, one scar, one wound, one bloody broken heart at a time.

My boys each head off in a different direction, stealing my breath and my heart along with them. That poor, overworked muscle thunders inside my chest, makes my pulse ring between my ears like an alarm. I feel like my soul's being split into five pieces, fluttering after them like desperate butterflies seeking their flowers.

“Our love isn't a bubble,” I tell him. “Bubbles are too easily popped.” I pause and nibble my lower lip for a moment. “No, our love is like a fairytale. It has a beginning, a middle, and a happily ever after, but it doesn't have an end. You can always add new chapters.”