A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #1)

by K.F. Breene

“Don’t take any chances,” Hannon said. “If you see the beast, get out of there.” “If I see the beast, I’ll probably piss myself.” “Fine. But do it as you’re running.” Sage advice.

“Who has two fingers, a thumb, and nightly orgasms? This girl. I wouldn’t want to give that up for a boring ride on your tiny dick. Go peddle your shit somewhere else. This pail is full to the brim.”

We burst through a wall of thorny bushes, scraping our skin. She growled in challenge. It’s a fucking bush. Don’t challenge a bush. You can hold a machete, can’t you? It won’t be a bush for long.

“Can I tell you something without you getting mad?” he asked. “Probably not,” I said honestly, chuckling. He nodded but said what was on his mind anyway. “You are incredibly beautiful to me, and I do not just mean your appearance or your body. Down to your soul, you are beautiful. You are so honest about who you are. So free with your thoughts and emotions. Growing up, everyone around me was guarded. So closed off. But you…you have this divine light about you. This pure honesty and goodness. It shows when you work the everlass, and it shines through in your healing gifts. Your thoughtful expressions are so lovely because I can practically see the wheels in that big brain of yours turning. You’re so smart and capable, Finley. So tough and unyielding in your ability to survive. I am in awe of you. But most of all, I love your fire and your passion. I love that you refuse to let others dictate who you are. I love that you dig in and push back when I try to dominate you, challenging me to be better, stronger. It’s arousing but also… It’s just… You’re perfect. I wish I were a poet so I could express it properly. When others look at you, they might see your surface beauty. I wanted you to know that when I look at you, I see the beauty of your soul, and I am in rapture. I see you, Finley. That is what I wanted to say. I see all of you, and you are beautiful.”