A Game of Hearts and Heists (Girl Games, #1)

by Ruby Roe

She professes to hate games. It’s a total lie. She plays harder than anyone I’ve ever met.

I want to hunger for my women.

“And yet you kiss her like she’s oxygen. Like she’s your everything.”

“Lesbians are good at mess, though.”

She’s a kind of madness I don’t know how to deal with.

We’re here until we’re not. We’re winning until we lose. Doesn’t everything feel sweeter when you’ve fought for it?”

We’re tied in knots, and I don’t know how to get us out.

I tell a lie wrapped in truth.

As she shows me exactly who she is, the darkness in her soul, I know I’d lay down and die for her. I’d cut open my chest and deliver my dripping heart in open hands.

I don’t wear jealousy well. Never have.

Hope isn’t something you can hold,

I kiss her like she’s oxygen. I kiss her like she’s the sun and the moon, and the missing piece of my soul. Because she is, I see that now.

I kiss her like I’ll never kiss her again. Like it’s the first time I’ve laid my mouth on hers.

“I loved you even when I hated you.”