Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

I swear he could lure me into Hell, and I’d joyfully skip the whole way down.

“You’re trying to take care of me.” Did she need someone to take care of her? I volunteer. Did she want someone to make sure all her needs were met? I. Vol. Un. Teer.

Oh. Em to the motherfucking G.

“You’re mine, Ara. And I always take care of what’s mine.”

She’s a messy masterpiece.