Only Mine (Honey Mountain, #5)

by Laura Pavlov

“You’re so fucking aggravating. So far under my skin, I can’t fucking see straight.”

“I told her I was in a relationship. Because whatever the fuck this is, it makes me happy. I don’t want anyone else. And I know that fucking scares you, and it scares me, too. And maybe it will end in a day or two. Who the fuck knows? But I told her I wasn’t interested because I was with someone else.”

“My place or yours?” she asked over her shoulder. “Mine.” The word had more meaning than I wanted to admit. Because she was mine. There was no way around it anymore.

Dylan Thomas was what had been missing from my life. This wasn’t temporary—this was forever.

“I fucking love you, Dylan Thomas,” I whispered and closed my eyes.

“I’m not a man who gives my heart away, Dylan. And maybe that’s because it always belonged to you, even before I met you. But it’s yours. Love me. Hate me. It doesn’t matter. We belong together.”