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“Good.” The word shook through my chattering teeth. “Then I’ll let you—” The soft click of a door unlocking interrupted me. “Get in the car, Stella.” I got in the car.
Adult friendships took work and conscious effort to maintain, but the ones that stayed were the ones that mattered most.
The seats for this event were eight thousand dollars a pop. I’d spent more than that on her dress, and it’d been worth every cent.
Even if my family were alive, I would rather cut off my own arm than go on some group cruise through the Caribbean.
Not me going on a family cruise to the Caribbean in july
Trying to stay away from her was like the ocean trying to stay away from the shore. Impossible.
“I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…” My fingers glided down to her wrist. “I’m jealous of every person you smile at.” A brush over her fingers. “Every laugh I don’t hear.” My touch dipped to her knee and made a slow, languorous journey up her thigh. “Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your lips. It. Is. Maddening.”
Thou shalt not kill…unless your fake boyfriend was trying to crash a dinner with your overbearing family.
“I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”
