Blissful Hook (Swift Hat-Trick Trilogy, #2)

by Hannah Cowan

Euphoria: A feeling you get from a good fuck, or from stepping off of an airplane after spending almost an entire day strapped into a seat so tiny only your left ass cheek fits.

“Optimism is for those too scared to go for what they want,”

“Let me in,” she murmurs quietly, inching closer to me. The seconds flick away slowly around us. “You wouldn't like what you would see.”

“Where does that leave you then? What's your so-called addiction?” I ask curiously. My skin flares when he turns and locks his eyes with mine. “You, Gray. I think I'm addicted to you.”

“Feel how hard my heart is beating,” I mutter, almost begging. “That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”

“You've opened up a part of me that I didn't even know existed, Gray. I know that doesn't mean as much to you as what you said, but it does to me. It means everything.”

“If you see her in the lobby, turn around. If she's in the elevator when the doors open, wait for the next one. If you can see her wherever you are, close your fucking eyes. But I don't want to find you so much as breathing the same air as her again unless you want to spend the remainder of your days in a fucking wheelchair.

“Good.” “Good?” I repeat the word as if I have a personal vendetta toward it. “Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”

“You've already made my world as bright as it can possibly be. There isn't anything that you and I could go through now that could possibly dull its glow. And that's a promise.”

She's brought out parts of me that I never thought I would be able to see. Made me feel things that I never thought I was able to feel. She's my light—my guide as I walk through the darkest parts of myself, always leading me back home.