warhawke > Books: funny-light‎ (90)

I craved her stubbornness. Avery’s attitude was one of the things I found most attractive. I didn’t know if that meant I was mentally unwell, but that was where my state of affairs had been.

I was so damn tired of people leaving. That fear alone was enough to leave me stagnant.

“I’m entitled to some privacy, aren’t I? It isn’t as though there’s much to go around. Being trapped inside your body isn’t the panoply of delights you might imagine. Oh, pardon me, you’re a nun. Silly of me to suggest that you’ve ever imagined a single delightful experience in the entire span of your dull, miserable, hateful nun existence.”

We were two misfits that were surrounded by a world in which we didn’t belong. Yet still, we felt comfortable because we had one another.

I whimper and cling to his horns, spreading my legs wider. It feels utterly incredible. I’ve had sex before and oral sex several times, but between the purring and the textured tongue? I’ve never had anything quite like this.

What freaked me the fuck out was that I’d been upset because he’d put his hand on my girl’s back. My girl. That’s how I’d thought of her. But she wasn’t, was she?

“I don’t know if it’s fate or a series of crazy coincidences that brought us together. But whatever led me to you isn’t as important as what will keep you here.”

Hazel and I might not wind up with a happily ever after. In fact, I was pretty certain that wouldn’t be the case. Still, I couldn’t end this story right here.
Not yet.
Not like this.

Hollis had been playing a game with me. And I’d used it as evidence that things might have been moving between us, when it was always only a game. It was clearer now where we really stood.

"You’re not the only one with abandonment issues. I feel like I’m always holding my breath for the other shoe to drop. And the fucked-up thing is, that feeling gets stronger when things are going well between us."

But the truth is no one can battle your demons for you. Your doubts and fears are your own to feed or to slay.

“It’s not about me, is it?” I let go with a sad smile. “It’s about what I do to make you happy.”

"You’re not going to win anyone over by acting like a horn dog all the damn time.”

Damn it. I hated when I found similarities between us.

Instead of responding, I went to my contacts and edited Donovan to Ford—a gentle reminder that Donovan wasn’t a man I could ever be attracted to; he was simply Ford, the boy next door.

I watched as his jaw tensed, and he bucked twice more before sinking into me so deeply that I gasped.

I’d joked about Charlotte Darling and her pixie dust. There was always something magical about her, the way she’d just appeared in my life and turned it upside down.

There was no middle ground with Charlotte. Either I was all in or all out.

Love wasn’t about a beautiful dress, a note, or even poignant words. It was about being with someone through thick and thin, about seeing them through not only the best moments of life but also the worst.

He wasn’t even a man. He was a rare subspecies, commonly referred to as a gentleman, that I didn’t even know still existed

He made me laugh and he made me crazy and he made me a better version of myself. But, most of all, he made me want things that I wasn’t sure he could give me. Things he didn’t believe in.

But he was never enough. Maybe underneath all the makeup, the loud clothes that got him in trouble so many times, there just wasn’t anything interesting enough about him?

Anna wasn’t relationship material. That constant talk of dolls was a flaw he couldn’t overlook, despite her amazing tits.

“Okay, maybe I’m not one to speak, but I’m a normal freak. She’s just weird.”