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

by Saffron A. Kent

His whole presence made me feel warm. Like he was the sun or something. My sun.

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

Loving him is the most wonderful, most awful thing in the world. Loving Arrow is my doom. So he’s not my dear, he’s my darling.

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.”

“I’m the guy who’s a nightmare for a girl like you.” My thighs squeeze around him again and my arms creep up and I wind them around his neck. “Why?” “Because I’m empty,” he says with clenched teeth and punishing hands on my waist. “I’m hollow. Because whatever I had, I gave it to her. Whatever fucking love I had, she used it up and threw it away. She took it and flushed it down the toilet, understand?”

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.

I’m going to, you understand? I’m going to eat that peach between your legs in a second. But I want you to know that I’m not myself. I’m not… sane. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I was going to go easy but I can’t now. Now,” he says, clenching his teeth, “I’m going to destroy your pussy. I’m going to fucking trash it and hurt her so good and in so many ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. So if you want to back out, this is your last chance.”

“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.”

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.”

“Because you’re my sweetheart, aren’t you?” “I am.” I nod, feeling like I’ll burst. “And you are my darling.” “I am.”