Heather

“Never trust the enemy that gives you presents”
― Alexander Dumas, The Three Musketeers

“Ryder, we got a problem,” Ristan called from beyond the other side of the etched-glass shower door.
“Someone had better be dying, Ristan,” Ryder growled when he'd pulled
away from kissing me.
“They might be. You need to come see this.”
“We will be right there,” Ryder called out as I slid down his hard body.
He watched me with a smirk and then placed his hand on my arm to move me from beneath the water, so he could rinse off. I watched him, unable to pull my eyes off of his hands as they roved over his body.He was quicksand,
and I was sinking.
“Did you say we?” Ristan asked.
I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.”
“How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter.
“I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder.
“Real mature, just real fucking mature!”
― Amelia Hutchins, Taunting Destiny

“If you love someone, don’t set them free. Smother the fuck out of them until they realize they have no chance of escaping. Yup. That was the sentiment I was down with, a method I was willing to try.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
― Victoria Schwab, Vicious