The Unhoneymooners (Unhoneymooners, #1)

by Christina Lauren

I want to say something sassy, but the only coherent thought that comes to mind is how insulting it is that eyelashes like his were wasted on Satan’s Errand Boy,

Half of Ethan’s mouth turns up, and I know what’s coming before it launches: “You think I’m cute.” “In a gross way.” This makes him smile wider. “Cute in a gross way. Okay.”

“I can appreciate my body in a bikini and still want to set fire to the patriarchy.”

“I asked you something earlier.” “I know.” We’re just having a vacation fling, aren’t we? Oh, is that all this is? He goes quiet again; obviously he doesn’t have to repeat what he said. But I don’t feel entirely sure where my head is on this particular issue. “I’m… thinking.” “Think out loud,” he says. “With me.”

I am a homebody, through and through, and there’s nothing like being home.