Before I Let Go (Skyland, #1)

by Kennedy Ryan

The woman Mark is describing is the before me. The one who could always push through every setback to get the job done. The one who carried everyone else’s burdens, barely feeling the extra weight. Not the one who imploded. The one who fell and couldn’t manage to pull herself up. Not the one who hid.

Well damn

And I never realized how someone else knowing him that way, seeing him that way, would affect me. Now I do.

Girl

I can’t decide I don’t want him and then that no one should.

Lol felt

I apply a little Trophy Wife highlighter to my cheeks and chin. If Rihanna never records another song, I’m fine as long as Fenty keeps on giving. It’s a fair trade.

I guess

“What’s wrong with us, bitches?” Hendrix asks, picking up a spear of olives, brie, and pepperoni. “Oooh. I love a good charcoochie board.” “Charcuterie,” Soledad corrects.

CHARCOOCHIE!!

How a man you’ve kissed a million times still has the power to make you weak in the knees, I don’t know, but clinging to him under a cathedral sky