Extraits

Please, whispers my body. Hell no, whispers my brain.

I’ve been to a lot of places and there’s no one else like you,” he says, his voice suddenly low, serious. “You’re it, Violet. You’re all there is for me. It’s you or a life of austere hermitude. Let me be yours.

I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you. I’ve been waiting since I left your house this morning.

But I want to be someone you can always trust. I want to always have your back. I want to always be there, behind you, and I want to be so constant you never have to think about whether I’m yours or not. I just am. I’m there. I’m there and I always am and you never have to wonder whether I’d hurt you, and can you believe I rehearsed

“You were never boring,” he says. “Never for a second have I found your company lacking. Not then and not now.”

For all this sweet foreplay bullshit where we kiss like we’re lovers and not like we’re trying to destroy each other.

I’m not having sex with him. I’d rather get into a bathtub full of wolverines