Charm (Crave #5)

by Tracy Wolff

We may kill each other or get eaten by a giant, ugly-ass dragon, but at least we will have fake recycled our fake bottles first.

How truly special is it to find someone who just accepts you exactly as you are. Maybe even loves you because of all those little things you try to keep hidden from others.

But that’s the way fear works, doesn’t it? It’s insidious, coming at you from all the dark corners of your soul that you would rather not look at too deeply. But the more you try to ignore it, the deeper it sinks its claws into you. Until you aren’t just afraid. You’re shredded.

“We could just stay here,” he suggests, and there’s a thread of desperation in his voice that’s impossible to miss. “We could be happy here, Grace. I swear I’d make you happy.”

Love isn’t always easy. And it isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s messy and painful and completely fucked up. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe love doesn’t have to be perfect. Maybe it just has to be real.