Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

“It’s not impossible. It’s improbable,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. And improbable things can become probable with the right strategy.”

I’d never loved or been loved, and I finally understood what the fuss was about. It was better than any bulletproof armor or oblivion I found at the bottom of the bottle during my short-lived affair with alcohol. Alcohol was for numbing, and I didn’t want to be numb. I wanted to feel every goddamn thing with her.