The Fiction Between Us (Honeywood, #2)

by Julie Olivia

For everyone who thinks they’re not enough.

I can’t speak. I’m too distracted by her soft Barbie blonde hair. Overwhelmed by how much I’ve missed her. Humbled by how unbelievably screwed I am.

And I say the only thing that makes sense in my mind at that very moment. “Anything for you, My Queen.”

He’d get up for water and come back, but I’d be so engrossed in my book that I wouldn’t realize he was sitting next to me, reading along, until he suddenly said, “Wait, don’t turn the page yet,” only to follow a minute later with, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“I said that a queen deserves respect.” He leans closer, raspy breath tickling my ear as he finishes, “And respect you will receive, Your Majesty.”

“Might be easier to forgive you if you got on your knees.” His eyebrows rise. I thought he’d laugh with me, but he doesn’t. “Quinn,” he says, his tone raspy and low, “if you want me on my knees, I can get on my knees.”

“Yeah,” he says with a slow nod. “You make me panic. How are you surprised? I’m a mess for you.”

He whispers into my ear, strained and gritty, “I would do anything for you, if you’d let me.”

“You are the best annoyance,” I say. He chuckles, low and husky and warm. “And you are my favorite misery.”

“He’s a mess for you, you know,” Lorelei says. “A garbage bin of love.” “A trash bag full of smiles.” “A dumpster fire of feelings.”