My Darling Arrow (St. Mary’s Rebels, #1)

by Saffron A. Kent

When girls like us fall, there’s no one to catch us. Least of all that boy for whom we’ve taken the fall.

I never knew that she shines brighter than any star that I’ve seen on the soccer field.

Just because the one you love is in love with someone else doesn’t mean your love isn’t gorgeous or real. It doesn’t mean that your love should be killed or it should be torn out of your heart and thrown into a river or burnt down like an extinct piece of architecture.

“You’re the girl every guy runs away from. You’re every guy’s nightmare, Salem. Because you’re the girl with too much love inside you.”

Arrow doesn’t know that when your love is doomed, you’re not afraid of a little heartbreak. You walk with it. You dance with it. You breathe it in.

I fell in love with him like dead leaves fall from the branch of a tree and rain falls from a swollen cloud. I fell in love with him like tears fall when you’re sad and like blood oozes out of your skin when you step on broken glass. It was natural.

Because his happiness is my happiness.

Yeah, I bet. I bet your pussy is all swollen and messy. Whining for me, isn’t she? Yes, she is. She wants you. I want you. Are you hard? Like fuck. I ache. And you come here, looking so daisy fresh, so innocent and so soft in your schoolgirl uniform. So unlike the bad girl you are. Who wants to flip her skirt and flash me her pussy. You want to, don’t you?

“Guys like that, you don’t love them. You get consumed by them and then you wonder if there was ever a time you didn’t think about them or feel them or hear them. Or see them in your dreams.”

And I’m going to do all of that because she’s the girl I’ll do anything for. She’s the girl I’ll be anything for. Do you understand? She’s my girl and I’m going to her.”

“Dark curls; Golden eyes.” He rubs our noses together. “Thirteen freckles; Flowers between her thighs.” He skims his lips over mine. “Sweet; So sweet; My heart; My sweetheart.”