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“Goddess, we beseech you that this man shall never again darken Vivi’s door nor her vagina.”
“Goddess,” Vivi said, taking another sip, “we beseech you that he never again use his dimples for evil against unsuspecting maidens.”
“Goddess, we beseech you to make sure his hair never does that thing again. You know the thing we mean.”
“Goddess, we beseech you to make him the sort of man who will forever think the clitoris is exactly one-third of an inc...
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“You broke my heart, Rhys Penhallow,” she said. “And we curse you. You and your whole stupid, hot line.”
“Did you miss my near decapitation out there?” he asked, nodding back out at the street. Gwyn widened her eyes. “Wait, one of my dreams almost came true, and I didn’t get to see it?”
“Did you seriously bring me,” she asked through clenched teeth, “to a magic sex cave?”
“Would everyone stop acting like I was this tragic, lovelorn victim? I was a drunk teenager goofing
around with my equally drunk cousin.
Overly dramatic and stupid’ describes my entire teenage career, so no.”
And the last thing she was
going to do was fall for Rhys Penhallow all over again.
What Rhys knew was that kissing her had felt like waking up. Like he’d been drifting sleepily through everything for the past nine years until he tasted her
mouth again and remembered what actually being alive felt like. Better than any magic, Vivienne’s kiss.
“I grew up in an actual haunted house, and this is worse,” Rhys said.
“I am mad about you, Vivienne Jones. Again. Or maybe I should say still, because I’m gonna be real honest with you here, cariad. I don’t think it ever went away.”
“Can’t get enough of it. Never fucking well could.”
Reading this while listenin to Too Sweet. Hozier was on a mission
Sometimes she thought what she’d really fallen in love with that summer was the version of herself she was when she was with him.
“We’ve made a lot of mistakes,” he agreed. “But I don’t think this is one of them.”
“Besides,” he went on, “I wanted to prove to you that I was serious about this, about staying here. Putting down roots. This isn’t a lark, Vivienne.”
