Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

Necessity is life, and I’m afraid to need his love like I need air.

Love is a violent emotion. Full of fortitude and might, and I’m going to be destroyed under ours, aren’t I?

I love him. It chokes me. It throttles me. I don’t want it but I want it, and that is my tragedy.

I’m in love. Don’t be frightened, Jane. I’m trying.

As though we’re Adam and Eve and whatever sinful deed we commit, we’ll commit together.

I can’t apologize for falling in love with her. I can’t call what happened a mistake. Gun to my head, I’d repeat every moment so I’d have the boldest, smartest girl next to me—a girl I shouldn’t have. But she’s mine, and I might not deserve her but I swear to God, I’ll never harm her, and I’d give my life to protect her. I know I’m not a prince. I’m not a king. But I’d treat Jane like she should be treated. She’s my princess, my angel, and my queen. Every morning and every night. I’d kneel at her feet and stand by her side.

He has to let me go. I have to let him go.

“I’m not a fucking addict.” I want to believe him, so terribly. I want to.

“What if I don’t want to survive without you?”