Just as I expected, he turned our home into a library. Every inch of wall space is covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves. The living room. The halls. The theater room. Even his study. My legs carry me from room to room at the speed of light. Though I hurry about it, my eyes donβt miss a thing. How he catalogued everything by genre, by spines, exactly the way I envisioned it. Horror and mystery in the study. Travel and cooking in the kitchen. Romance and erotica in the bedroom
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
I was pussy-whipped.
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βYouβre rich. We get it.β She yawned. βThe only billionaires I like are fictional.β
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
Why did it take me until today to realize I enjoyed her voice? Her sound? Her general existence?
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
I was in love with Dallas Costa.
In love with her, with the ground she walked upon, with her laugh, with her freckles, with her obsession with books, her messiness, her joy, her unapologetic personality.
Every bit and piece of her, I adored.
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βI want you more than I want my next meal. My next sleep. My next breath. But I cannot afford you, Shortbread. Giving in to you just might kill me.β
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βOur room.β
βOur room?β I pulled back, staring at him, wide-eyed.
βI am fucking done asking permission to see you every night. Youβre moving in. Starting now.β
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βYou feel more fondness for a Cheetos bag than you do for your father.β
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βTo be fair, a Cheetos bag will never do me wrong.β
Hala Ewidahas quoted2 years ago
βIt would never hand me over to a complete stranger for marriage. The worst it can do is stain my fingertips orange.β