A Single Bright Candle's Flame (Criminal Intentions, #9)

by Cole McCade

his chin to the top of Seong-Jae’s head. “That’s all living is, Seong-Jae. Finding a way, every day, to live with the outcomes of every choice we’ve made.”

He hated how no one ever talked about the things that never went away; the things that changed you; the things that reshaped how the world around you looked, and how you fit into it.

san-nakji

Tiny octopus that gets eaten

“Don’t ever apologize for needing time or space. Don’t ever be sorry for what you need from me.”

One moment to slam the door shut. One moment to kick the last offending bits of fabric away until they were skin and sinew, until they were hide and pounding blood and gasping breaths and the duel of biting teeth where kisses became savage and every touch was a claim, a bruise, a pounding and tempering of bodies and flesh to leave a permanent brand. Yes, yes, mark me want me touch me hurt me own me claim me—

“How long has he been working for you?” “Almost a year now, I think.” Matheson tilted his head. “He came very highly recommended from the FBI field office in Portland. Said they’ve never had a more efficient secretary.”

The FBI office.... yikes