The Good Liar (Infidelity #1)

by C.P. Harris

Daniel wasn’t domineering, jealous, nor possessive. None of the unhealthy things I occasionally craved but didn’t need.

A reminder that having more-of didn’t make him more-than.

My blood sped through me, the sound crashing against my eardrums like battering waves as my heart pumped recklessly, chasing the shore, chasing safety.

Privacy was the last thing we needed. Cole and I needed to be supervised at all times.

The truth was, if it wasn’t Daniel getting the scraps of me, it would’ve been someone else, because my heart wasn’t whole. I’d left the other half of it back in Seattle, and now it was here, right in front of me, staring into me as if nothing could keep us apart. Not even my vows.

I’d left the other half of it back in Seattle, and now it was here, right in front of me, staring into me as if nothing could keep us apart. Not even my vows.

My skin burned in all the places he’d touched before. I burned everywhere.

I’d do bad things with a clear head to have him. And then I’d do them all over again if it meant I got to have him in the next life, too.

Some of my agitation came from wanting to feel important enough to be hunted down.

what I needed was a fucking tornado to come through and rip everything down to its foundation, including me. I needed him to be Cole.

I didn’t want him more broken than he already was, because I loved him more than I wanted him.

I didn’t give a damn if we torched the world that very instant with our lies and disloyalty.

“You’re mine. This was inevitable. And I never want his fucking hands on you again.”

“So he thinks you’re fucking me, and in turn he almost fucked his husband? You do realize how absurd and twisted you two are, right?”

But I was angry. And I was jealous. So very jealous. And I felt entitled to him. “How fucking dare he—”

I wanted him to say he’d never wanted anyone but me, ever.

He was right, and we were wrong, so wrong for this, but God help me I wanted it. No more running, no more pushing him and this thing brewing between us away, no more pretending the decision to risk it all was a hard one.

He was like an earthquake in the middle of a tsunami. Rattling and drowning me in his intensity at the same time.

I needed more, I needed less, I needed to come undone.

It was either everything or nothing with us.

“You’ve held on to this all this time?”

“I’ve held onto you all this time,

We’d dealt with so many obstacles in trying to love each other that sometimes it was hard to remember we’d gotten through it all. Hard to remember that we were allowed to be happy out loud now.

This love is a forever kind of thing,

I love you so much my heart hurts with it.’”