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438 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 12, 2022
”I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else.”
”I don't think you should change who you are for anyone. You're perfect.”
"Sooner or later you're going to risk it all if you want to live a full life. I can't give you a shortcut. You need to learn how to trust all on your own. Uncertainty in a relationship continues after the I love yous. You must learn how to operate on faith if you want to last"
The unthinkable has happened…this story is repetitive and so darn slow that, for the very first time, I’m DNFing a PR book. Stopping @55%.
“If you want me to do this, then no third person holding the camera, no one else in the room.” He’d placed his hands on the back of the kitchen chair and leaned slightly over it, adding with a whisper of a smirk, like the words were a dare, “Just you and me.”
“So you a little bit like me.”
“No.” Never one to accept inaccuracy, though the tips of my ears burned, I corrected, “I a lot like you. But it’s not a big deal.”
But I managed to choke out, “Byron, what are you—”
“Shut the fuck up, Win. Please.”
“If you were mine . . .” My eyes traced the gentle curve of her lips. I loved her lips. “I’d keep you handcuffed to my bed.”
And then he came and—holy scratched record, Batman—it tasted god-awful.
My friends had told me it didn’t taste great, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the disgusting, gelatinous spoiled fish and mayonnaise flavored goop presently in my mouth, forcefully shoving me out of arousal town and thrusting me into repulsed town. I’d had no idea it was possible to flip off my sexy switch so incredibly fast.
Gagging around the texture and unexpected spunky tang, but being the champ that I was, I managed to regain control of my throat and swallowed it anyway—while also promising myself I would never swallow it again.
“I’ve loved you for years. You are the stars in the sky, the start and the finish. I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else.”
“I’ve loved you for years. You are the stars in the sky, the start and the finish. I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else.”
“And you are all my sunrises and sunsets, rain on green leaves, fireworks reflected in a smooth lake, and a wood fire on the coldest winter day. You are sex and sin and a guardian angel. You are every beat of my heart and every moment of peace and every hour of pandemonium. You are the sweetest torture I’ve ever known. And you . . . will never feel one tenth for me what I feel for you. And that, also, is perfect.”
“It feels like you snuck past my defenses when I wasn't looking, Byron Visser. You were simply yourself and I had no choice but to love you. That's what it feels like.”
“So you a little bit like me.”
“No. I a lot like you.”
“People aren’t drugs, they’re so much more addictive and dangerous. You don’t need more and more exposure to get the same feelings of a high.”
“I’ve loved you for years. You are the stars in the sky, the start and the finish. I’ll die loving you, wanting you, and the torture of you is better than the bliss of anyone else.”