Parties (Girls Weekend, #2)

by C.M. Nascosta

So I’m going to need to ask you, very respectfully, to put your tears away for another few minutes, and let me drain this dragon. You know I love all of your big feelings and how much hard work you’ve been doing on yourself, and I want to give any topic you want to talk about my utmost attention, but right now all I can think of is filling you up. So why don’t you slide off and get on your knees, and let me remind you why it doesn’t make a deadly bit of difference what anyone else thinks of us.”

“You’re my heartbeat, Silva. You’re the pulse in my chest and the blood in my veins. You want to rip me open, dove? Take a bite out of my heart? It already belongs to you, so you can do as you wish, and it doesn’t matter what you call me. You’re the only reason for breathin’, and if you come to your senses and kiss me goodbye in the morning and then put me out of your mind, it won’t change a thing. It won’t change what you are. You’ll always be mine, Silva. That doesn’t mean you should want me as yours.”