Hothouse Flower

I reach out, and I hold her cheek with the scar. "You're a hothouse flower," I tell her. "You can't grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive."

"How much did it hurt?" he suddenly asks.
"Did what hurt?"
"Watching her with other guys."
I choke at the flood of memories. "It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire."

"Be careful with her, Ryke. She might be experienced, but she's still my sister. If you hurt her, I'll personnaly snip off your balls and hang them on the Christmas tree this year."
I internally cringe. "I would't fucking hurt her, I promise you, Rose."

So I say, "My scar is bigger than your scar." I smile behind the menu again.
His dark expression never falters. "And my cock is bigger than your cock."

I love Lo, but he can be a real fucking asshole.

"You love me," I breathe.
He lets out a short laugh. "You're such a fucking girl."
"Say it again."
He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. "I fucking love you, sweetheart."

She's the sun. I'm the dark.
If she's gone, I can kiss that fucking light away.
Without her, I know I'll never see it again.

Fuck you, you fucking fuck.

[...] "I'm having a fight wxith my wife," he says. "My mind was somewhere else". He's still fighting with her ?
"Is she okay ?" Daisy asks, pulling her phone out of her pocket to text Rose.
"She's how she normally is," Connor says vaguely.
"Bitchy," Lo clarifies. "High-strung, obsessive compulsive." He smiles. "God, I'm so glad she didn't come."

Ryke Meadows has invigorated my body and soul.
He is more than just my pillow.
My wolf.
My bodyguard.
He's my everything.