Get a Life, Chloe Brown (The Brown Sisters, #1)

by Talia Hibbert

he hoped prim and proper Chloe was an absolute mess over him, that she’d stayed up last night thinking about him with every ounce of the frustration he’d felt over her.

Hehehe

“Whether something bad is coming from your body or your brain, it makes no difference. Still feels like shit, right? Still hurts. Still needs fixing. They shouldn’t have dismissed you, even if it was in your head. When it comes down to it, everything we feel is in our heads.”

“I watched because . . . when you paint,” she said softly, “you seem so vital. It was addictive. It felt like coming to life.”

“I want to hold you open like this when you take my cock.”

Always, she was better safe than sorry. And better left alone than left behind.

Oh chloe

He belonged to her.

He loved Chloe. He loved Chloe like a blank canvas and a finished piece and all the exhilarating, painful, stop-and-start moments in between. He loved Chloe like tearing through the night on his Triumph, feeling alive in motion when he couldn’t feel alive inside. He loved Chloe like every glare she shot him was a kiss and every kiss she gave him was a breadcrumb-sized piece of her heart in his hands.

“You were hurt, and you reacted. You were in an unhealthy situation in more ways than one, and you panicked and cleansed everything with fire. Don’t dismiss your emotions and your self-protection as just a fucked-up decision. Don’t reduce something so complex and real and important to nothing.”

“You are a woman who, in a life filled with pain, came here to ask about love.”