Ümmühan
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“Is there anything that’s not punishable by death according to you?”
“Not really.”
“Death is supposed to be the last possible resort, not the first.”
“Not to me. I don’t believe in second chances, Lenochka.”
“But you…gave me one. Right?”
“You’re the exception.”
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
I love his face.
I love how he’s more beautiful than a Greek god and just as lethal.
But most of all, I love how his hard granite features only soften around me. As if no one in the world is worthy of his gentle side but me—and Jer.
My head rests on his chest as I catch my breath, burrowing into the hard ridges of his muscles, using him as my nook, my anchor.
My husband.
I stumble to my feet, gripping his bicep for balance. We’re standing toe-to-toe, one ragged pulse against the other, and my heart flips in my chest at being this close to him.
It’s never felt ordinary over the years. Adrian will always have a part of me in the palm of his hand.
He’ll always make me stop and stare.
My husband faces me and slams his free fist into the wall over my head, the hideous sound echoing in the small alleyway. His body magnifies, almost like it’s doubling in size, while his features sharpen. Being in Adrian’s company has always been an experience, but actually being the subject of his anger is no different than slamming into a volcano at the point of eruption. He might not burn me, but the threat is there, waiting, biding its time to swallow me whole.