Spring Tide (Coastal University #1)

by Ki Stephens

This life is too damn good, too beautiful, to cry over greasy boys with sloppy tongues. I didn’t grow bitter that night. I didn’t lose my faith in relationships or decide that boys simply aren’t worth my time. Rather, I learned that it’s okay to like something and then lose it. To love and then let go. Because something beautiful, something brilliant, is waiting just around the corner.

but I’m on my second ice bath of the day. It’s the only thing I’ve found that effectively numbs the pain, just enough for me to make it through two hours of practice drills. They’re effective, but they still fucking suck. It’s mostly the shriveled dick part that bothers me.

An itch-scratcher, if you will. I’ve got enough vibrators for that in my nightstand drawer.

I understand exactly where Harper was coming from now that I’ve seen it firsthand. A hundredfold. From my vantage point, it almost seems like she’s a joke to her father. And sadly, I don’t think she’s able to see the true extent of the situation.

I tend to catastrophize . . . as my therapist so kindly pointed out.”

what even is that thing, the oh-shit bar? Yeah. That tracks.