Rue

“I’ll let you stay in here by yourself tonight, but starting tomorrow, you will be sleeping at my side.” Savannah slowly crosses her arms, putting a barrier between us. “Why? What’s happening tomorrow?” I grin. “We’re getting married.” Her mouth drops open. But before she can respond, I slam and lock the door.”
― S.J. Tilly, King

“Yesterday he drawled out the most unenthused yas, queen, before chugging his beer and muttering out a fuck my life.”
― Becka Mack, Fall with Me