Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

“I like to spin things in my own mind, to believe the choices made for me are made in my favor. That way it sucks a little less than the truth.”

I kinda like her. Wait, no. Not like her like her, but I like her. I mean, she’s what I like. Wait! No. I mean she’s cool, as in not annoying. She’s a pain in my ass but not the kind I want to run over with my 22’s. The kind I want to do naughty ass things to. WHOA. Bro... chill.

“I want to be the guy a girl closes her eyes at night and sees. The one she wakes thinking about ‘cause she wants to fuck me or fuck with me, fight with me. And not because she wants to gain something or prove something, but because I’m all that she can see and she feels blind without me, even if she wishes she didn’t sometimes. I want to be her light and dark and, yeah, sometimes her fucking nightmare. A fucking king in her eyes and she’d be all those things right back, the queen in mine. Of mine.”

“I love her more than anyone has ever loved a soul. So much so I don’t even own mine anymore. She does. She said she’s inside me, and she was right. Every fucking bone in my body aches for her. I ain’t afraid to admit anymore that I will be nothing, fucking nothing, without her. I worship that girl.”