Fangirl Down

“I don’t conduct exit interview

He knew what real success looked like now—earning the love and loyalty of his soul mate.

I’m so gone for this woman.
She’s not just the one. She’s . . . the rest of me.

I’m going to marry this woman.
Done fucking deal. Someone direct him to the nearest ring shop.

“I was very happy being alone until you showed up. You’ve ruined me.”
Her heart galloped in her chest. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I love being ruined by you. Bring it the fuck on.”

They fucked like Armageddon was right around the corner.
And they looked right into each other’s eyes while it happened.

God almighty, the effect this woman had on him was unmatched. One touch and he had the urge to promise a bunch of ridiculous shit. You want to be carried around town on a silk pillow, Josephine? Hop on. I knew I had these arms for a reason.

Come on, belle. I need you.
Need me back.

Being around her again was like waking up after a lung transplant and remembering what it’s like to breathe. He just wanted to get drunk on her oxygen. Was that so much to ask?

“You and me not being together all the time is fucking stupid, Josephine,” he roared.
“You’re shouting in my ear.”
No apology was forthcoming. Not from this man.