Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“I’d rather be chugging battery acid.” “Pass the jug,” I quip.

god i love them

I’m head-deep, un-fucking-believably in love with this girl, and I would do anything for her.

THEEM>>>

Aunt Daisy has taught me to use my voice, even if the world says stay quiet. Aunt Lily has taught me fierce courage, even on days when you feel lesser than. And Rose Calloway Cobalt, my mom—she’s taught me how to walk into a room full of men and never back down.

MY QUEENS

While Maximoff jogs past, Farrow gives him a blatant once-over, and we all watch Maximoff trip on a rug. Everyone laughs, and my lip begins to lift. “Jesus Christ,” Maximoff curses. “You didn’t see that.” “I definitely did,” Farrow teases.

LMAOOOO THAT WAS GOOD

“I don’t need a career to be a smart woman.” I go on. “I don’t need a job to be talented. I am both smart and possess talent, and the love that I give is just as important as the fashion empire my mom built. I am enough just as I am.”

YES QUEEN

“To make a grand gesture.” My mom has to be smiling. I hear it beneath her words. “We’re following her, right?” Aunt Daisy asks, hopeful. “Grab your coats,”

yes

“I need you. I need you like the air I breathe, and I want you like ground beneath my feet. I’m not afraid—I’m not afraid, not even a little. You are the man who has respected all of who I am and protected every little piece of me.”

im dead

“Mr. Moretti, will you spend the rest of your life with me?” His mouth breaks apart. He looks stunned. “I’m asking you to marry me,”

OH MY GOD

“Yes. My answer will always be yes.” He slides the ring onto my finger. “Sempre toujours.” Always always.

THE FRENCH

“There’s this jewelry boutique in Paris you used to visit as a kid.” He fixes a strand of my hair that blows in my face. “You didn’t go to…?” “I went to Paris,” he confirms. My eyes pop out. “How? When?” For me, he went to Pairs for me, for this ring. Knowing how special it’d be for me, even though I was willing to wear the paperclip for the rest of my life. “I had a day off in February,” Thatcher explains. “Your mom, sister, and I took a private plane, and it was the quickest trip I’ve ever been on, but it was worth every second.” My heart swells, and I smile through tears. “You realize, you’re becoming as dramatic and over-the-top as the rest of us.” He cups my cheek. “I’m happy to be here.”

OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM