Saint

by Adrienne Young

But the strings of the small purse were tucked in. She couldn’t see it. She could feel it.

AHHHHHH SHE IS SO CUTE

“So, what? You’re expanding into slave labor now?”

Or used to me?

I thinm he likes youuu

and his arms came around me, driving us backward toward the main mast. He pinned me against it, crushing his weight into me,

AHHHHHH

Oliver Durant. The name I’d seen on the courier agreement with Zola and Simon.

Its me

It was so dark that I almost couldn’t tell how close he was until his lips touched mine, and the flood of waiting for it filled every inch of me with a buzzing heat. He opened his mouth, his breath featherlight on my skin, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, leaving a searing burn on my cheek.

FINALLYYYY

Saint was the only one he’d let come near the wound.

Gay

“I’ve wanted you since the minute I saw you. That’s the problem, Isolde.”

YUMMYYYY

He laid me down on the bare cot and I pulled him closer, tugging the shirt over his head so that I could press my hands flat against his ribs, his chest. I said a kind of goodbye that didn’t need words or promises or plans.

WHATTTTTTT THE FREAKKKKK

Saint believed that she would never betray him. He’d given his heart to her, after all. Like he’d given it to me. But something told me the deep wouldn’t share a love like that forever. One day, she would take.

No this is so freakin sad wtffff