The Blueprint (Rules of Possession #1)

by S.E. Harmon

I was as delusional and optimistic as any Disney princess. It was going to look fantastic on my eHarmony profile. I’d use Snow White as my fucking avatar. She found seven men. Surely I could scrounge up one.

I like you and you like me. You make my life better, and I want to keep you forever.

In the tapestry of our life, our threads were so interwoven we’d have to unravel the whole damn blanket to pull them apart.

I was pretty sure receiving a cup of coffee should qualify as mood therapy. Yes, I could make coffee at home, but it just wasn’t the same.

And just for a little while, a few, stolen little seconds, he was mine.

people only treat you how you allow them to.

Sometimes the heart just wanted what the heart wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

“I don’t know,” he snapped. “All I know is suddenly I’m watching your ass when you walk away. I already liked your insides, and now your outsides make me want to tear off your clothes.”

Part of me thinks I could fall in love with you. The clock ticked some more. The other part of me knows I already have.

“I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours.”

“I love you, Kelly.” He nailed me with his intense gaze, his eyes unwavering and brilliantly blue. “I guess the only thing left to ask is ‘Do you still love me?’” “Blue—” “Do you love me?” I sighed. “You idiot. I’ve loved you since you were twelve years old, Blue. It’s only gotten worse since then.” “Better,” he corrected. “Semantics.”

“I was made for you too. He just made me a little early.” He yawned. “Good night, baby.”