The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

“Jesus,” he said under his breath, running a hand through his hair. I leaned my head against the chair, my teeth tugging on my bottom lip. He glanced at me one more time as his laugh faded, his amusement disappearing into a tense atmosphere that sparked. A warm breath of air breezed through the window and I shivered.

Non può provare il dolce chi prima non ha provato l'amaro.

“Look at you, snooping through my shit. You’d think I was marrying you instead.”

I leaned against the fridge. “Thank the good Lord for small miracles, huh?”

He flicked an amused gaze to me. “And look at how well you play wife. Starting to think I got the short end of the stick.”