For Real (Spires, #3)

by Alexis Hall

After Robert, I had tried, at first, to be—for lack of a better word—normal. As if everything we had done together was some expression of us rather than some facet of me. It didn’t work. I met men who might have loved me, and I ached for them to hurt me.

Ridiculously fucking gorgeous man. How did I get so lucky? If this is my consolation prize for totally ruining my life, I’m pretty fucking consoled.