Mrs. Sweetstuff

“What’s going to happen,” he breathes, “is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now

“He stands confidently in his hot pink mankini. When I told him it was the only suit left, he literally shrugged and put it on. Tan skin, ripped abs and stylish wayfarers- he instantly looked cool even wearing that damn thing. And the girls playing water volleyball even gawked at his ass”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now

“I can't help but laugh into my next sip of water. For the first time, mine doesn't seem so bad.

"I don't know why you're fucking laughing. You have a girl's name and no middle name.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now

“He is my breath. My soul. My life-force. I have spent forever with him.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now