Addictions, tome 1 : Addicted to you

— Je serai toujours à toi. Ni la distance ni le temps passé en étant séparés ne changeront ça, Lily. Il faut que tu y croies.

No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible ? And yet, the thought of walking away from Loren Hale collapses my lungs. We've been friends, allies for so long that I don't know who I am whithout him. Our lives intersect at every possible junction, and separating sounds like a fatal, irreparable cut.
But something is so wrong.

"You two are so weird," Connor says, very casually.
Being called weird by Connor is like a unicorn calling a horse magical.

"How was your conversation with Rose ? You're still in one piece, so I presume it went well."
Lo chokes on a sip of whatever's in his flask, and I pat his back.
"Excuse me," Lo says. "You talked with Rose? Like had a fully formed conversation ?"
Connor nods. "I even invited her tonight."
Lo groans. "You did not invite the ice queen here."
"Hey," I shoot back. "That's my sister. She has a good heart." I pause. "You just have to be liked by her first."
"Or be related to her," Lo points out. True.

"Library closes in ten minutes. I wasn't kidding about cramming for the next forty-eigh hours. It's either your place or mine. But I have to warn you, my cat hates girls, and I haven't cut her nails in a few weeks. So unless you want to be jealousy assaulted by Sadie, I suggest you apartement."

"We're terrible at so many things - remembering important dates, college, making friends - but the one thing we've always been halfay decent at is being together[...]."

"I want to love you more than I love this" - he waves his bottle - "and I don't know how else to do it unless there's something to lose."

"You're a permanent fixture in my life. You're not going anywhere."

As Business Majors, Lo and I are bound to share some classes, but we try to sparse those as much as possible. There is such a thing as too much Loren Hale.

Even though Lo hardly became a model citizen in his early teenage years, my parents were overjoyed at the news of our relationship. The sound of a Calloway-Hale union surpassed the quality of the man on my arm. As if it's 1794 and our marriage will garner military power and land rights.
Hello, we are not royalty.