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448 pages, Paperback
First published October 7, 2025
I need to be isolated to properly rot in my dysfunctions. "Thing is," I try again, "I really like living alone."**oh how i love silent love languages.
"Maybe you had shitty roommates," he says casually, opening a closet. He grabs a set of fresh sheets and lifts them to his nose. They must pass muster, because he drops them on the mattress. "I, on the other hand, am a fucking delight."
I watch him unearth several pillows. "Does it not bother your back, Koen?"
"You mean, the supermassive weight of my ego? No, it does not."
"Oh, come on. How did you know-"
"You're gonna have to come up with more creative insults than that, Serena." On the way to the bed, he taps my nose with two fingers and starts unfolding one of the pillowcases.
Poor Koen is probably grinding his teeth to stubs. I wonder if he's called Amanda a testicle yet, just for siding with me about the plan. I wonder if this is shaving a couple of years off his life. I wonder if it'll be better for him, once I'm back in the Southwest. Out of sight, out of mind will never be our thing, but maybe not knowing whether I'm in danger will save the lining of his esophagus?**context: her life's in danger.
“I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”