End of Story (End of Story, #1)

by Kylie Scott

The only thing I had was a king-size bed. Because being able to sleep spread-eagle is important.

And why else would Baby Jesus have invented waterproof mascara if he hadn’t intended for us to get in the damn pool and enjoy ourselves?

Though there was something about the colors of a storm, being surrounded by grays and blues. They were moody and comforting at the same time.

“I’ll eat your charcuterie board, Susie. And that’s not a euphemism.”