Bookish

“Naomi's my girlfriend," I say aloud, just to test the words, see how they feel fucking across my lips. Ronnie flips a page in an old copy of Rollin' Strong magazine and ignores me.

"Yeah, we heard. Sixteen times since we came in here," Josh bitches.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Are you in?" I roll my eyes and try to kiss him again, but he won't let me. I pinch his nipples, and all he does is wink and growl at me. "Say it."

"Fuck you"

"We'll get there, Naomi. Be patient. But first, you have to say it." I keep glaring, but I feel my body melting, my shields and my walls crashing down in flames. "Say you're mine, tell me that you're my girlfriend."

"You're my boyfriend," I say, and the words nearly kill me. "That's all you get for now. Best I can fucking do.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Just hold my fucking hand,” Turner whispers against my ear, giving me goose bumps. “Just lace your fingers with mine and hold on like your life depends on it, like our pulse is dependent on this one, single connection.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day