Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)

by L.J. Shen

This girl, my dream girl, she was going to come from a big, happy family. We’d spend all our holidays with them. We’d have traditions and matching ugly Christmas sweaters and holidays. It was the dreams that kept me going. Because where there were dreams—there was hope.

ITS MEEEE😭😭😭

“What’s your problem? Huh?” I screamed. She panted underneath me. Her chest rising and falling. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I swallowed, feeling weird and tingly and not half as furious as I should be. And it sucked, because even though I hated her, I didn’t hate her body. “Kiss me.” She licked her lips, her dark gaze dropping to my mouth. “What?” I asked, confused. She tried to wiggle free, laughing. “Kiss me, you dumbass. I want you to be my first.”

gulp

“Tonight, my dear, we’re going to watch The Witcher. I know it’s not your cuppa, but Henry Cavill is mine, and there is nothing you can do about it,”

YAASSSSSSS