Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)

by Fae Quin

Right now, my body composition was almost eighty percent righteous indignation.

If I could just—if I could just pretend—maybe I could get my skin to fit my body again.

Play it cool. Cool guy. Everyone loves a cool guy.

He was so fucking pretty I wanted to crush him like a petal between my fingers. What the fuck. What the fuck, Richard?

Baby from Richard meant, ‘It’s okay not to be in charge right now, it’s okay to feel small.’ It meant, ‘It’s okay because I’ve got you.’ It meant, ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ It meant, ‘It’s going to be okay.’

“Okay, Bossy McBosspants,”

God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.

Did I want to be Richard’s chew toy? Fuck yes. Was it going to happen? Probably not, but a boy could dream.

Richard was a cocoa wielding, flannel wearing, sex machine who may or may not be undead.

We made a funny group. One giant, one half-giant, and one hobbit drowning in twenty pounds of black fabric.

I had to grab the legs of my borrowed sweatpants like a medieval woman would her skirts,

“A sexy, blond, leather-clad tiger.” “Is that…good?” I spluttered, “Is that good, he says?”

“Sorry, I just. Had an aneurysm thinking about the fact that you might not know how absolutely fucking awesome you are,”

“Did you just threaten your own dick?”

“Um. Do I want my dick sucked?” I rolled my eyes. “Why yes, Richard. I suppose that would be permissible.”

Trauma then sex this time. Boo.