Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane #1)

by Shanora Williams

"Are you supposed to be here? I don’t know who you are…" "I’m a friend."

I guess she wasnt taught STRANGER DANGER

He constantly joked with me and my parents about how my name matched so well with his.

I-- weird.

"What do you think of Kelly?" he asked. "She's pretty," I admitted. He smirked. "I know." He hung his jacket on the coat rack. "Jealous?"

“Doesn’t matter what kind of shit we go through, you’ll always be mine, Kandy. Doesn’t matter how fucked up the situation is, or how wrong it fucking feels…you are mine.”

“if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”

“I’m going to bathe you. All you have to do is relax,” he murmured.

Wanting you is a beautiful challenge, Kandy Cane, and though it’s complicated, I don’t want to figure this one out anytime soon. As selfish as it sounds, I want this challenge to last for as long as it possibly can. I love the spontaneity of what we have—the satisfaction I get when I see your smile, and the comfort I feel when your skin touches mine.”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that we’re a fucking mess.” He was so right. We were a mess. A wild, beautiful, perfect mess, and that made me the happiest girl ever.

“Don’t ever think I don’t love you,” he said in my ear. A full thrust. More tears. “I fucking love you, Kandy. Love you more than words.”

Euphoria and heartbreak. It was a strange combination, one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.