King of Pride (Kings of Sin, #2)

by Ana Huang

“I don’t think I want to be an author; I do want to be an author,”

Books have been my escape for years, and I will publish one eventually.

I wanted to know everything—every memory, every piece and detail that would help solve the puzzle of my fascination with her.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “But I thought you knew.” This time, I was the confused one. “Knew what?” “That there’s no going back after this.” His admission was a warm breath on my skin. “You should’ve never let me take you, Isabella. Because now that I have, I won’t be able to let you go.”

“Friends don’t let friends walk around with raccoon eyes, even if they’re heartbroken.”

There was comfort in the familiar, even if the familiar sucked. Being small was easier than putting myself out there for other people to judge.

I…” The ache expanded into my throat. “I know,” I said quietly. “I miss you too, love.”

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

This isn’t about reason. It’s about love, and there’s nothing reasonable about love.”

“You think you’re broken, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Smart. Strong. Beautiful. Imperfect by your own standards but so wonderfully perfect for me.”

I’d never fallen in love before her. Once I did, I did it the way I did everything else. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably.

Just knowing you existed somewhere in this world was enough.”