Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever.

I firmly believed people didn’t need a significant other to be happy. If someone wanted to be in a relationship, great. If they didn’t, also great. The same went for children, marriage, etc. There were no universal barometers for happiness. A person’s life could be just as fulfilling without a romantic partner as it was with one. But there were times, like now, when I yearned to experience that kind of unconditional love. To have someone care for me through the good, the bad, and the inevitable mistakes I made. What would it be like to be loved so deeply by someone I wouldn’t have to worry about every little move possibly driving them away?

The monsters in our imagination are often worse those in reality.

“You’re insufferable.” “So you keep saying, yet you missed me and you’re on a date with me. What does that say about you?”

Man, fuck having a best friend. They were overrated know-it-alls.

“I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”

“Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” Josh’s lips brushed against my skin before he pulled back, his face taut with emotion. “I’m human, Red. I’ve made mistakes in the past, and I’ll make many more in the future. But one mistake I’ll never make is letting you go, not when there’s even a sliver of a chance left for us. Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”