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402 pages, Hardcover
First published November 3, 2022
“No one has touched me since my mother died, […] I crave it but it hurts.”
I want to fight for him, but I don’t know what demons he has. […] No one deserves to be afraid like that.
“No one has touched me since my mother died, unless it was to inflict pain,” he whispers against my lips. “I crave it but it hurts.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You don’t. You make it better.”
“We’re a team,” Carpenter says. “Nobody fucks with you but us.” ♡♡♡
“I fucking love you,” he snarls, slapping my cheek with the other hand.
Preston is an asshole ninety percent of the time but the more I’m around him, the more I see cracks in that armor. No one deserves to be afraid like that.
I fall asleep pondering the life of Charles Preston Carmichael. Everyone thinks he’s a spoiled, rich kid, but maybe the grass isn’t greener just because your family has money.
“I don’t care if you hate me or not, have some self-respect and show up to the game looking like you belong there.”
The guy is difficult, has anger issues, and is about as cuddly as a cactus, but I want him anyway. I want to be his safe space, to see a part of him that no one else sees.
“Thank you for not giving up on me.”
He lifts one side of his mouth in a small smile but drops it quickly. "I'm sorry I'm a fucking mess."
I squeeze his hand. "I'm not. I love you the way you are."
“He calms me, soothes the ragged edges my life has left on my soul.”