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367 pages, Hardcover
First published October 30, 2018
“Sometimes the truth is worse than the lie.”
“Did you love her, Luc?”
“With every breath I take.”
“You were all my good memories.”
“His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, and they hung indecently low—like, so low, they had to be held up by alien superpowers. He had those muscles on either side of his hips, the kind that formed indents. I didn’t even know what they were called, but boy, oh boy, did he ever have them. There was a faint dusting of hair that disappeared below the jeans. A flush of warmth hit my cheeks as I dragged my gaze up, over his abs—he had abs for days, each one cut and defined. His chest was sculpted, and as he lifted an arm, clapping his hand over the doorframe above him, I watched, sort of dazed, as the muscles along his ribs moved and flexed in interesting ways. Luc was … holy crap, he was ripped.”
“Nothing is impossible…when you’re me.”
His shirt read NO DRAMA LLAMA. That shirt was a lie. This boy was all about the drama llama.
I held up my hand. “I think it’s time that you leave.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“Because you’ve swept me off my feet.”
Mom took out a gun—a freaking shotgun—from underneath the couch cushion. My mouth dropped open. I knew we had guns in the house. Mom was in the military. Duh. But hidden under a couch cushion where I sat and napped and ate cheesy puffs?
How in the world did I end up here? What series of really bad life choices had I made that led me to this very moment?
“You’re still so incredibly stubborn.”
“You . . . don’t know me,” I gritted out.
“You tried to kidnap me, Luc.”
“Hmm,” he murmured. “That means I like you.”
I arched a brow. “Okay. That’s messed up on about a thousand different levels.”
“Probably. I don’t people well.”
“Gee, really,” I replied dryly.
Our stares connected , and the effect was instantaneous. Everything around us faded, and there was just us, and this . . . this sensation of falling. I couldn’t look away as this feeling surfaced, rushing to the top.
I’ve been here before.
My breath caught as a wave of tight shivers rippled over my skin. That thought didn’t make sense. I hadn’t been here with him before.
Every part of my body was aware of his. The strength in his hand, the hardness of his thigh, and the steady dancing of his breath, and we were lying together like we’d done this a thousand times.
I wanted more than kissing. I wanted—
“What do you want?” he asked, his gaze holding mine.
“You,” I whispered, cheeks burning.
“You have me.” His thumb dragged along my lower lip. “You’ve always had me. Always.”
His shirt read NO DRAMA LLAMA. That shirt was a lie. This boy was all about the drama llama.
That was what I wanted at some point in my life, for someone to look at me like I looked at tacos.
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“Sit,” Luc said, and that one word was spoken in the kind of voice that probably left a trail of really bad decisions in its wake.
I sat.
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Groaning, I jabbed my fist into his lower back and was rewarded with another grunt. “I’m going to hurt you!”
Luc chuckled.
He actually chuckled as he walked into a room. I swore to God and the Holy Ghost, I was going to ninja kick him in the face.
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“Then why didn’t you give it to me afterward?” I demanded.
A smirk formed. “Well, I was just messing with you then.”
“Oh my God.” I shook my head, glancing over at Daemon. “Are you hearing this?”
He held up his hand. “I’m just an innocent, enraptured viewer of this.”
A lot of help he was.
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“I kinda like the arm-grabbing thing,” he replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Very dominant of you. Maybe I’m the submissive type in, you know, the—”
“Shut up,” I hissed. “Why are you here?”
“How can I shut up and answer your question at the same time?”
I shot him a death glare. “Luc.”
The Lux Series is one of my favorites series of all time, so for loving the world so much, I’m going to give this one a shot, although I don’t believe it will surpass my love for the LS.
And it didn’t.
“Goodness, those were totally kissable lips. Not that I was thinking about kissing him or anything; it was just a pure, clinical observation that anybody in my situation would make.”
“Sometimes I wondered if I ever made good life choices”
“There's nothing we can do other than live with the promise of tomorrow while knowing it may not come.”