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450 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 3, 2021
I don’t understand how I’m this fucking wrecked.
How and why I’m obsessed with a chick so closemouthed I don’t even know her middle name.
I don’t need to know it to feel some kind of way I don’t dare dwell on, though.
I know she loves her mother.
I know her father hurt her.
I know she’s had it hard, and she never stops smiling.
I know she’d let herself shatter to keep someone else from hurting.
I know when she loves something, she loves it with her all, and she gives herself over to it without a second thought.
I know when she smiles, it’s full of pain.
I want to know what it looks like when her smile’s running over with joy.
I know enough, dammit.
Just never enough to feel like I’m anywhere close to satisfied.
For the first time in all my years, I get what it means to be a dirty liar.
And I, Felicity Randall, am absolutely filthy.
I haven’t just been lying to Alaska this whole time.
I’ve been lying to myself.
I lied about the way he looks at me.
The way he touches me.
The way he growls at me.
The way to sweet oblivion.
Namely, the way he just kissed me.
I’ve lied to myself about what I want from him. How he makes me feel. Why that kiss cut me up, threw me to the breeze, and left me floating on sweetness and sin and delirium.
I’ve lied like a desperate, lovestruck, pigheaded fool because as long as I didn’t believe we deserve something good together...
...then I knew I wouldn’t have to be disappointed when the curse that haunts me ruins everything.
Ruins him.

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