The Simple Wild (Wild, #1)

by K.A. Tucker

I can’t get past a chapter in a book without falling asleep and she knows it.

Ew. red flag.

So I started cutting. He didn’t stir once. Not when I lopped off handfuls of blood-flecked hair. Not when the buzz of the clippers filled the silent living room. Not while I carefully—with the most delicate touch—trimmed and combed that formless bush covering half his face. It kept shrinking and shrinking, until I had uncovered the full, soft lips and the sharp cheekbones and the promise of the chiseled jaw I knew was beneath.

So bodily autonomy just goes out the window then, huh?

“You kidding?” Another forced sip, followed by a fake thirst-quenching sound. “My daughter made this here cup just for me. Damn straight I’m gonna drink it.”

WREN. 😭